I've been really fearful,
of what the future holds,
and the harsh challenges,
of changing times.
I've always tried,
to constantly avoid,
everything that tends to symbolize,
transitions and adjustments in life,
from new chapters and new faces,
to entirely unknown places.

I've simply chosen to run away,
from all that speaks of change,
and refused to let go of comfort,
only to save my heart from being hurt.
But little did I know,
that all I've ever pushed away,
has only come with the intention,
to let me know what it takes,
to be a courageous warrior,
and rise like a phoenix,
from those ashes,
that recite the poems of my struggle.

The way I felt like a lost child,
quivering in the middle of a strange crowd,
unable to catch hold,
of every obstacle being thrown,
towards my way,
in a terrifying pace,
and gradually learned,
to handle them with grace.

All those faces that once made me hide,
soon turned out to be so sweet and kind.
With great change came the greatest bonds,
that grew to be so pure and strong.
I wrote a new chapter while hearing new stories,
from people I never thought would cross paths with me.
I met people that rebuilt my faith in empathy,
and even those who appreciated a side of mine I failed to see.
With several tears came countless lessons,
from recognizing who all I call my own,
to the ones who genuinely feel like home.
I met mentors who believed in me,
at times I failed to,
and showed me the light,
as I wandered in quest of hope.

There were some,
that showered me with unconditional love,
when I needed it the most,
and those that helped me realize,
how it's possible to meet people,
with the same energy as yours.
Perhaps, I was destined to be here,
at this very moment,
just so I could,
see that there's another world,
waiting for me to,
spread my light into.
It took some time,
but was truly worth every hour.
Perhaps, it was my journey
of turning into a soaring butterfly,
from a delicate cocoon.
~sk

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