Why must I grovel at your feet and beg for forgiveness?
Why must I do something unthinkable and strange to make you realise?
I have changed!
Are my silent victory and my slight amendments not enough to make you see?
I have regrets but I’m trying to break free.
I’m learning to take pride in my battle scars and my raging wounds.
Why must I suffer and scream in agony for you to believe?
This is the new me!
Do I need to lose my dignity in order to recreate me?
Is it not enough that my wings burned and my limbs fractured in this fight for my fate?
Must I also lose my newfound dignity and self-esteem in order for you to be pleased with me?
Like a broken record,
I must keep on repeating;
Oh, how else could I be free?
I perished in the flames within me.
I am drowning in the ocean.
But I’m learning to rise above the tide.
Let me breathe.