Beauty In The Aftermath

Could never predict, In any way, What would unfold, Throughout each day. Walking on eggshells, Living in fear, Stuck in survival, Declining every year. Constantly torn between, Fight or flight, Until it erupted, Changing everything overnight. Now or never, Said the voice, Without a doubt, Knew my choice. Didn't know how, I'd ever cope, But never once, Gave up hope. I battled alone, Jumped through hoops, Could never win, Rotating in loops. Assigned to support, Instead got worse, Weighing me down, Like some curse. Fed empty promises, Hoping I'd believe, Unlucky for them, Wasn't that naive. Reaching my limits, Couldn't fight anymore, Made them leave Out my door. Taking back control, Standing my ground, Was never lost, Didn't need found. Choosing to pave, My own path, By creating beauty, In the aftermath.