Perhaps a writer is measured by what they do when they run out of words
When the driving force behind their paragraphs and verses dies away

I believe this silence marks a transition
The death of the pain and torment that’s lived so long inside
And yet have I to discover, how to express this new side of me
Not yet is she up to my expectations of words
Though, to start again means to return to zero

So here I am, a new young woman
With a shaky faith in herself
I stand before wanting nothing
I know my path is my own
And the only point in trying to direct you on yours
Is if our paths cross or are the same
But I do not feel compelled to cross yours

Here I am alive
Pain free, smile on my face, love in my heart
I believe in good, in light
But no matter how far I travel from my darkness
I know as long as there is sunshine there is shadow

Here I am growing