At first
You shatter

Bt then you gather
-All the broken pieces
Mending...
Stitching...
Gluing...
With whatever hope you got
-That one day
It will all make sense
-That one day
You will heal again...
Be yourself...
Be whole...
And not a wounded soldier

So with hope
You start to heal
Make yourself believe
The storm will pass...
The wait will be over...
Just hold on a little more so...

Days pass
Nights and years
You let go of small things
Believing that you are growing
-It's a process of maturing
Ends up with letting go of the child in you
Who had all the energy
Enthusiasm...
Excitement...
Creativity...
Who was caring and loved unconditionally
Mattered tiny stuffs and was happy in it

Weeks goes
Months and years
You let go of wishes and wants
Thinking what is the meaning in them
-Can't fullfill those dreams anyway
Why even imagine such days that are long gone
Lost...
Myth...
Forbidden...
You...