A Better Me

A poem?
A poem.
To motivate?
To inspire?

My head is filled
With so many things —
I don’t know what,
just so many things.

It feels empty,
but there’s chaos inside.
One thought here.
Another thought there.
Do they even make sense?

I used to love writing
and rhyming
and creating a rhythm

I used to love reading
and analysing
and escaping into the books

I used to love speaking
and sharing
what’s on my mind

Then everything




My world has gone to a stand still.

And through the years, the struggle
felt unreal

A poem?
To challenge.
To challenge me.
And get back to how I used to be.

But better.
A better me.

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