Sometimes the wind blows so hard,
It’s difficult to feel if you’re still there-
Beside me, hidden by gushes of all forces,
Attacking from all angles against us.
Forwards, is supposedly the best way to go,
But backwards, I know what to look out for,
A sure-fire way to happiness, and innocence,
Back to a time when I was intrigued to be little.
How different my life could have been,
Plays my mind harsher than a broken record.
The wind suffocates all possible confidence,
It squeezes my hand so tightly; I cannot trust it.
As if fate has something out to get me,
To throw me so far down the ladder of self-esteem.
I’ve struggled to climb for many years now,
Just to reach the vision of you, my strong future-self.
I’m wobbling ferociously but I’ve never held on-
With such passion. Hoping to prove to this cruel world,
That I am stronger than it believes.