I Am No one but Someone is Me

Days have passed since I ate a full meal. My stomach, full with emptiness and grief. Both eyes are compacted with heavy ducks of tears. I failed myself yet again.

This time I know that I am to blame. No excuse will excuse my excuses as to why I am back at one. Life has handed me a bag of lemons. Instead of improvising, I tolerated the taste. Time is a luxury I spend recklessly dwelling in the past. My mind replays all my trauma’s like a private movie screening. The thought of moving forward overwhelms my entirety. At last, I’m experiencing a mental breakdown.

Some time ago everything fell apart; and the glue, could never reseal. Self destructing at a rapid pace; hopeless and struggling to adapt. I put my best foot forward with every step, only to fall flat on my face. The time had finally come to confront my fears. I needed to change or I would never find peace.

At last, an opportunity awaited me to begin a journey of healing and self realization. I was afraid of the road that laid ahead. One day I took a step in the right direction, just one foot in front of the other. At that moment I realized what I had been doing wrong all along, I never gave myself permission to succeed because greatness is not achieved without failure.