And then, some day, you will be broken. There will be no words for this. No poetry to make it beautiful. Because sometimes you can’t win, and struggle is the only option. You will find parts of yourself carved away. You may become lost. And sometimes, there is no path back.
You might see it coming. You might not. But it will come nonetheless. Your journey will be long, and it will be hard.
And then, some day, you will see that it’s done. There will be no words for this. There will simply be you, changed. It will be you, staring into the future, and not quite recognizing it anymore.