Healing

When I am moved by the life,

Its hard alone to even survive.

I don't feel connected to my words,

Empty road with wandering birds.

I take the courage to make myself hard,

Becoming a doppelganger woman and an masochist bard.

But these white papers sink in my tears,

Remembering the past and all the fears.

The gyre of oceanic thoughts,

Lead me back to what I lost.

Life played a parody and walked.

Admist this catastrophic living my heart has always been breathing.

For nothing has been easy eversince,

I suppose battling this will accept my healing.