I was brave enough,
brave enough for all of it.
For the storms,
every single one of them.
Their was no day,
Just darkened skies,
and a smiley faced moon.
Their were no hands to hold onto.
No safe haven,
not even inside my head.
Life was cruel, wild, unkept.
Their was no anchor,
no rocks,
Their was no where to just stand,
or even dance,
not even inside my head.
So I learnt how to become the fire,
before it became me.
I took my life back,
from all of it,
and not just inside my head.