Here I am again

A blank slate before me,

A pen thinning to silence,

Yet I still press ink into the page,

Chasing the lessons I once longed to earn,

Carrying eyes hollowed with doubt.

These hands,

Weathered by all the thing's they held too tightly.

Clinging onto words as if it's the last light in the room.

But this time,

I write for myself,

Searching the ruins of the world I created

A world that didn't echo so violently.

A world where loneliness didn't crawl into the cracks of every broken promise.

Here I am again,

Healing... or at least learning the shape of it,

and here I stand

Alone,

Unbroken...

Though the cracks still whisper-

LOST...

This time, I shift through the shadows,

To gather pieces of myself that still remain,

Knowing some were never meant to be found again...