365 days

 Crazy what a year can do to a person

365 days- each on edge

Stepping a nanometer back each day

Slowly becoming bigger strides- backwards


Now that at a safe distance

Just the thought of the height 

Should've fallen from

Makes you sick


Now from what seems to be a safe distance stands Her

Looking at the past Her

Wishing to let her know that 

Everything's gonna be okay


Yet, unrecognisable in many ways

"Is that even me?"

"Yes"

"Not anymore."


God saw what you didn't

Broke you only to make you

For he has carved you in his palm

He saves you from every harm.

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