Poetry Series: Now

Now is 4 and the final part of my poetry series titled Bittersweet. I hope you have enjoyed reading this series, feel free to leave your comments and don’t forget to share. Read part 1 , 2 and 3.

Self-healing has been a brutal journey.

I peeled away the layers of my insecurities.

I was emotionally and mentally exhausted.

I had to find a way out of the darkness.

 

I stood my ground and refused to be defeated.

Life had humbled me.

It won the battle, but the war is far from over.

 

Poetry is now my drug of choice.

My safe place when I need to express my feelings.

My therapy when my heart is unsettled.

 

It is my voice when I can’t speak.

It is a hug when I need to be embraced.

It is the voice of reason when I’m feeling unsure.

 

I discovered myself in writing.

With each word my heart felt lighter.

Poetry detoxified me.

It kept me sane when my mind was adrift.

 

I made it through to the other side, scarred but stronger.

Hurt but never broken.

I found peace in accepting that sometimes it’s ok not to be ok.

 

No matter how many times life knocks you down, keep getting up.

Not to dwell on what has passed.

To learn from my mistakes.

 

I know not to suffer in silence.

To share my pain and unburden myself from what ails me.

One bad day can ruin me, so I won’t let it.

To find my peace and protect it.

 

I am careful to not let life make an example out of me.

I aim for progress with everything I do.

No matter how tough it gets there’s always hope.

 

I won’t let my light dim.

The aim is to make it till tomorrow and repeat.

The tears I shed were not in vain.

A day at a time I am born anew.

 

No one leaves life unscathed.

What you’ve been through prepares you for what’s ahead.

You realise you have little control over things.

 

I wouldn’t be who I am now without my past experiences.

It’s normal to dwell on paths I could have taken.

The truth is I’m wiser and stronger for all I went through.

 

It’s a sordid affair, this growing up business.

I can never be my old self- not with what I have gone through.

A new me will emerge from the cocoon.

 

If anyone is to go through the same, I know how to advise them.

I’ve taken the wrong way too many times, but it led me here.

There will always be scars, but they are only reminders.

Reminders of the darkness I conquered.

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