The Story of a Girl Who Decided to Live

How did life come to this?

Once being a child in ignorant bliss

Life is heavy with fate, with a bend and turn

With the kindles of depression deep inside that still burn

Suicidal thoughts, self harm and neglect

One cannot bare to look in the mirror to face what it may reflect

Anxiety prowls before me, mischievous as a youngling

Bipolar teases and pries at the soul, in my head sounds ring

But there’s this caressing breeze helping a petal find its path

Soothing and appeasing, ebbing away the wrath

Perhaps it is the writing, the creating, the fun

Or the beauty of the stars, the moon, the sun

As one watches the morn turn into the night

And watches the mesmerising sky go from hues of dark to light

So many reasons to stay, so many places to explore

For living can be a free fall or it can be a soar

Cliche it may be, but it does get better

As a life cannot be minimised to one final letter