TW for suicidal references.
I was a little wallflower,
quiet and without much power.
Stuck to the corners and halls,
not hearing life’s beautiful calls.
I heard death’s silent whispers,
believing that I was duly cursed.
Doomed to wander the same loop of rope,
having given up every shred of hope.
Then something flipped,
a light in my mind.
A circuit tripped,
I began to find
the part of me that was lost,
the one that used to fly free.
And now no matter what the cost,
that is who I chose to be.
Art by me.