My story is messy, a tangled web of trials Scars and bruises, moments of doubt and fear Chapters torn and worn, yet still I'm writing on The ink bleeds, the pages tear, but I hold on tight To the hope that one day it'll all make sense A tale of persistence, of strength in the brokenness In the messiness, I find my true self A mixture of imperfections, of moments both dark and light A story that's still unfolding, still being written ♡