3 Years

<p>It was a journey through pebbles and flame a self-discovery a purposeful game Three years I wandered in the wilderness of my soul building bridges filling an echoing hole. Every day a step closer to the surface so bright guided by the stars reflecting their light A healing process painstakingly real each morning a little closer to being healed. I chronicled the voyage in words spun with gold a hundred poems courageously bold Each verse a stitch on the tapestry of my heart mending the pieces torn apart. Written on the canvas of sorrow yet gleaming with hope they were my lifelines my survival rope. A hundred healing hymns each one a pearl my testament to the resilience of a girl. Through stormy seas and calm spring days I danced with shadows and chased sunrays. In every poem's rhythm every rhyme I found strength in my own time. Oh the lessons I've learned the wisdom so deep from the heart-wrenching abyss so steep. Three years of healing of growth of rebirth I've found my footing my place on earth.</p>