I am a shadow of my own body. A stranger even to my own soul.
I lay amongst demons I have birthed. Demons that control my mind
My low self esteem keeps me company, constantly reminding me of how much of a mediocre I must be.
But I still eagerly seek the tiniest star in a sky full of dark clouds
I await a lamp to my path to guide my soul through this darkest nights.
Even on bleak nights I hope that the stars will shine, to lead me home
Where is the light? I'm at the end of the tunnel? The stars fought to hide themselves under the clouds.
I still try to mend this broken pieces, so that when the light comes in, it comes in proudly.
And once again, life would be beautiful.
I gathered together the lemon life threw at me and made a lemon tea, forced to looked back at the same light that shines in me....