Lonely Man Hours — New Poems

I started to balance out boundaries,
 But they waged wars within me,
 And with others.
 It made me sink into my own misery,
 A heart left pondering, unprotected.
 I mistook the downfalls, the cries,
 As proof that pain had crowned my life.
 But they were just the echoes of change,
 Boundaries being placed—
 And I was only mad at myself.
 Then, I stepped back, saw it unfold,
 A story not of loss, but growth.
 And in that moment, I laughed—
 Because from a distance, it was clear:
 I was finally learning to choose me.