While my insides burn like sizzling wood,
Thought waves increase in amplitude.
But this world is meant to be understood,
Yet I still sit in blackness filled with solitude.

With a troubled spirit used to soul singing,
My chaotic mind is paralyzed and ringing.
This is not just about lessons and stressing,
Thus, I count on my overflowing blessings.

Forced to accept this up and down slope,
So I continue grasping a thin rope of hope.
Can't withdraw and be adamant to mope,
I search for any way to survive and cope.

Struck by a stubborn anxiety wave,
I turned into a self-destructive slave.
Crawling out of my hidden, isolated cave,
I open myself to self-love and be brave.

In the distance, I see a road to tread upon,
A new fate awaits to keep me holding on.
For my haunting past is dead and gone,
I will fight this war until I have won.

Exiting the darkest of the rooms,
I choose to not let the pain consume.
Getting rid of the fog and toxic fumes,
Rejecting illusions or reasons to assume.

Picking up my abandoned, scattered pieces,
Saving myself, I accept my natural creases.
Shedding light, this sorrow gradually decreases,
Spell of negativity breaks and finally releases.

Determination and courage fill my core,
For deep down, I know I am much more.
If only I remain grateful for what is in store,
I will witness life's true form of beauty in galore.

© Fanaa