I could stop no more,

I was spiralling out of control,

I could scream in agony, yell in pain,

But all I did was stare ahead,

Wishing there was enough of me left,

To let the dark thoughts clear away.

They came not once, not twice but many times,

To torment and to torture,

And I thought that if I survive it all,

I might fly freely again.

But these dark thoughts were too stubborn,

Feeding on the weak , and weak I was then,

Binding me with chains of iron and steel,

And I fell into the pit again.

All I felt was anger and hate,

Then replaced by a dull numbness,

When I looked in the mirror,

All I could see was a person without purpose,

Tightly bound in countless chains,

I could take it no more if I broke again,

So I looked powerlessly ahead.

The lifeless sight opened my eyes,

And I vowed "never again" ,

I didn't want to be useless,

I needed to see the fire in my eyes,

The burning embers alive again,

For I refused to be looked at with pity.

I picked up the pieces and stowed them away,

All the king's horses and all the king's men,

Could never put me together again,

For I had changed and would never be the same.

I took two steps forward one step back,

But refused to break my vow,

And soon fell into an unfamiliar routine,

New things to keep me from breaking again.

The relentless dark thoughts came through,

They prey on the weak; but weak I wasn't ,

Somewhere sometime I had toughened,

The insults a source of motivation,

And they cowered in fear and went away.

I looked in the mirror to find ,

Burning embers in my eyes so bright,

And nothing could keep me from rejoicing,

For I realised then the true meaning of the words,

That "Sometimes we are taken;

Into troubled waters ,not to drown;

But to be cleansed."

Hey !

This poem is a rough draft and it really needs * heavy editing* , but I still hope you like it.

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