By: Naa Doodua Doodu
I found no love in what I used to do,
No meaning is left in the words I write.
Everything became bland, devoid of purpose,
The joy in expression vanished from sight.
I lost my strength when I lost my worth,
Felt I wasn’t good enough to be heard.
I roamed, running from pain,
Escaping the emptiness with no comforting words.
But then, I met my angels along the way,
Who brought me back, and gave my life new light.
Through their love, I found meaning again,
Their support lifted me from the endless night.
Now, I see the beauty in doing what I love,
Rediscovering joy in every thought and line.
With their care, I regained my strength,
And through them, I know my purpose will shine.