Two years on.

Two years on, I ain’t a con,

the flower has bloomed,

Living majestically as a swan,

The world feels renewed,

All the little battles have been won,

The cracks have been glued.

Two years ago, my life begun,

Everything around me has improved,

roots of the real me are seeking the sun,

My old self has been consumed,

The thorns have come undone,

And my old self has been entombed.

Two years on and who have I become?

My life has resumed,

Only I remember where I came from,

My past self left battered and marooned,

And left in the darkest slum,

Thoughts trying to intrude.

Two years ago, I felt numb,

Everything felt construed,

My heart felt like a drum,

Everyone around me disapproved,

And again I had succumb,

To everyone else’s views.

Two years ago I was about to give up,

Thinking up every excuse,

Everything I worked on begun to slip,

I was about to let the real me loose,

This wasn’t in the script,

Inner turmoil I called a truce.

Two years on and it was hard to predict,

laying the foundations of my roots,

No more inner conflict,

I settled all my disputes,

all my hatred has been stripped,

Nothing within to pollute.