No Magic Wands, Just Blood, Sweat, and Tears!

The shadows flicker across my wall,
Dancing in the light.
I'm scared and excited for what's to come
Finally proactive in this fight.

Oh, it's been a while since I could say,
I was sure I was walking the right path...
And it's been a while since I could feel,
Anything but wrath.

Breaking free instead of breaking to pieces,
My strength is gaining.
It's such a nice sensation,
To experience the broken feeling waning.

By doing this, by taking this action,
I know I'm taking a step in the right direction
And thinking back to years ago,
I'm filled with my own recollection:

Before I never would have done this,
This admitting I need assistance.
Instead of determination,
The only thing I was filled with was resistance.

So it's nice to know I've grown,
And it's nice to know I've advanced,
And I look in the mirror, studying myself,
Where before I only would have glanced.

I think I'm growing into a good person,
I know I've got a good heart.
And all I need nowadays
Is to move past this trauma, and restart.

If I could just get this to stop killing me inside,
I'd be able to move on, advance,
And if someone had a magic wand,
Oh, how I'd jump at the chance.

But life doesn't provide us with magic wands,
Just hard work, blood, sweat, and tears,
And I refuse to let this haunt me,
Throughout all of my years.