Drowning Poem by Juliet Sunday

I feel like I am endowed. Maybe I am, I have helped people walk out difficulties in their life
My hands, a healing balm
My lips speak life and motivation
My eyes see clear and positive visions

I am light in any place I step into
I am always the 'ore mii' whose shoulder is always there to be leaned on
My smile bring smile to people's face and heart.
My words don't ache the heart, it warms...
I don't indulge violence, I am peace
Almost perfect, for I see no imperfection in me

Wait! was it where I went all wrong?
Not seeing my own wrongs?
Not noticing my selfishness and pride?

I grew so proud of myself, I mean, who can actually do what 'I' know how to do best
That became my downfall, now I no longer bring peace, I now radiate confusion

I break hearts, my words no longer heal
My lips have become sour, motivations turned to depression
I have become nothing
How do I find myself again, when I have not quite recognised the fact that I have become 'NOTHING'


#Penitdown