Photo by Kleigh Balugo
The scars on my skin began to heal and the compulsions that I once felt began to fade,
Once again was I able to experience the wonder and joy that one feels in early childhood.
My head was in the clouds but my biggest fear was that balloons were wrapped around my neck, bringing me to the sky;
I was basking in the warmth of the sun but perhaps I had gotten too close.
Never too close, I think, as I float higher and higher;
I sure hope that I don’t fall, for my heart is finally full for the first time.
I am beginning to become myself, not again, but now-
It might appear that I had fallen, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
I floated down, forever changed, not happy nor unhappy to be back,
Things became forever different, for now I can live for myself, despite the many mistakes made in the process
Nearly two years later I am still finding my footing,
But the more that I walk the faster I can run, and as I run faster I begin to climb,
Higher and higher