Modig

My reflection stood before me,
Breaking me down for all I thought I wasn't.
Trying to define myself by my flaws.

To wake each day and act as if I didn't despise myself.
To believe that I had no worth.

It was because I only ever defined myself by the love I had - a love which had deceased years before.
As your body begins to decay, I felt my life rotting along side.
The only difference was that I had to walk the streets alone, instead of laying there holding your hand.


But through the help of
'On a scale of 1-10 how was your week'
I have learned that, maybe I can do this on my own.

It will take its time,
Soon, my reflection will say kind things.

My dream is for my reflection to tell me I am brave.

I am young, I have time to heal.