What doesnít kill you,
Only makes you stronger.
I pulled through the tough times,
And emerged victorious.
Throughout these months,
I tried to put my feelings onto paper.
But my thoughts wouldnít flow,
The words simply didnít come.
Months came and went,
But I still faced an empty paper.
This feeling of frustration,
Left me feeling completely helpless.
Like a baby learning how to walk,
I start by taking tiny steps.
Maybe one day the dam will break,
And Iíll find the words that continue to elude me.
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