As I oscillate between melancholy and euphoria,
Broken pieces of shattered dreams all around,
I have begun to walk.
Pieces of past puncture the veins of my feet,
I look at the future with closed eyes,
Scared to see the unplanned.
I have taken a leap.
I will still bleed.
But lying motionless was no more an option.
When I open my eyes,
I want to watch a past that I can bear and smile at.
And a present that promises the future I had planned for my self.