Searching

Born from the chaos that welcomed me with a closed fist Eyes open wide with the taste of anxiety upon my lips I tuck myself away deep into my mind Somewhere other than here will be just fine Is it safe to emerge from the depths of my own despair? Or should I dwell a little longer, and ponder, how I've become so self aware The sad little naive girl grew up to view the world through a cracked and broken lens Crawling through shards of bloodied glass to find a love that would just make sense Unaware that the kind of love she desired would never show up That kind of love appears within when you've filled your own cup