
So many layers to get through,
Each must be faced alone.
Flashbacks rush in, overwhelming.
Daily, my mind drowns in memory.
But just when it feels crushing,
They disappear into the dark,
And so, making way for the next phase.
After hours spent fighting through it all,
Anxiety and depression drench me together.
They fade away, and I go with them,
Yet before long, the cycle begins again,
Pulling us back into the process.
Trying to make up for past mistakes,
To build something really valuable together.
Here, something truly magical begins.
With planning, replanning, and planning once more,
This is the turning point—the chance to rebuild emerges.
After all the damage and destruction,
In the end, it’s all we can do.
To avoid the worst and save our energy,
So we keep going.
Now, separate the good from the bad,
As we prepare for what comes next.
To create something new,
New places for our future,
Where we lived life to the fullest.
We cried and laughed, letting our emotions out.
We survived and rebuilt, carrying pride onward.
Facing a flood of challenges all at once,
Before we broke down
Under their heavy weight.
We began rebuilding what was left,
Putting together the important parts,
Just to begin the real work
That lies ahead on this path.
Keep on pushing, pushing, pushing,
No matter where our steps take us,
That’s how rebuilding guides us forward.
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where wild roses grow full of words...



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