I dance in the beauty of life
I bestow the accolade of melancholy that breathes the moments to be alive.
I beckon to be the madness that enrages, the sight that blooms
Forever the seed that pushes her way out of the incessant gloom

Darkness in its might envelopes the entirety of me
In every shadowed breath, I look for the light that radiates even the tiniest fraction of glee
Unleashing the storm, burgeoning in the clashes of the worlds apart 
I fight a war in the hidden syllables of my mind and the heart.

I want to flee, to run away to a land where no one strays from my side
A place where I don't have to hide the pain inside.
I yearn for the glance of peace, one where the morning sets in softness that gleams
Where my soul finally finds its home away from the internal screams.

You are not enough, you are behind
Voices of doubt often creep into my mind.
Oh, how melodious is the tune of the confident marching drum
If only humaneness had a singular vision of goodness,
And not being confounded in others' conundrums 

I dance in the messiness of life
Often questioning what it is to truly be alive
I am learning to be okay to not be okay, 
I am learning to be kind to myself when things don't go my way

To give myself the love I so freely give others, a lesson I am trying to embrace
I finally realised 'I am a work in progress,' and it rendered me with some solace 
May you hold your head high and know your worth without a doubt,
May you heal from things you do not talk about.

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