3 Years

It was a journey, through pebbles and flame, a self-discovery, a purposeful game, Three years I wandered in the wilderness of my soul, building bridges, filling an echoing hole. Every day a step closer to the surface so bright, guided by the stars, reflecting their light, A healing process, painstakingly real, each morning, a little closer to being healed. I chronicled the voyage in words spun with gold, a hundred poems, courageously bold, Each verse, a stitch on the tapestry of my heart, mendin