Remembering those days
when I could not say there were bad or good ways.
When even a small thing would make me cry
until the tears would dry.

Thinking of those days makes me sad,
like a broken-winged bird.
All I want is to stay strong,
not like a learner that is marked wrong.

Those are the days I would not smile,
as love was a mile away.
The pain would kill me,
I would feel like I would never see again.

But I survived
and here I arrived
fighting away that pain alone
with not even a stone.

I survived