Reboot

A single finger
made my vision blur.

As a tear rolled,
more than I could hold.

A deep breath, choking my tears.
I heard her voice, loud and fierce.

The voice echoed; it was you…
Down in the dumps, I felt so blue.

I was the reason
for the change in the season.

It was me
who’d set the lion free.

Their wrath would make me melt.
Everyone’s anger is what I felt.

A single stare would break me down.
I would tremble with a single frown.

At one point, I remained no more,
only my shattered pieces in galore.

I held them in my hand,
trying hard to understand.

How could I be me again?

A day or two passed by.
All I could do was sit and cry,

until I picked myself up.

“No,” I said, “I will heal myself.”

I took the pieces and the broken shards,
and sat and worked, indeed, very hard.

I sewed them together with delicate wool,
of hope and happiness, gathered by the handful.

Finally, there I stood, better than before.
I wasn’t gloomy or dull anymore.

With a deep breath, I looked ahead.
Then I gulped in the air, and I said…

I said loud and clear,
without a drop of fear:

“It’s fine.

Every problem ain’t mine.”

Determination surged inside me,
a new force, something you can’t see.

Something seemed to stir inside my very depths,
a feeling that had long since left.

I knew a new me; a happy me, a better me,
something much improved than I’d ever seen.