"People will direct the movie of your life but you're the actor. Its upto you to accept or refuse it."Stuck in the braided tree
Feeling lonely, angry, guilty,
Anxious, overwhelmed, apathy.
Succumbing to hurt
And existing like the green rockBut the season's poem
Spoken in crimson and dusk of green
Rustling and humming,
The slant sunlight falling on it, yet
Veins penetrating deeper with life.And I stumbled on the path
To tranquility, soulful
Inner peace and new beginning
Channeling the fuel of self care
Accepting my Achilles heel
Seeing and believing
To who I'm to be.