Once was a time where I mattered.
My voices, opinions, interests were all over, scattered.
Once was a moment when heavenly rays of the sun would warm my skin.
Those days are gone, now but a myth told only to my kin.
Once I had a belief, that one day I will step out of the shadows.
Not knowing the ever growing gloom would envelop myself in sorrows.
Once I had a chance to repel this menacing superpower.
But only to find myself pushed, back turned to the corner.
Once I knowingly pushed back the void.
With all my might and courage I could have deployed.
Once was a time where I had feared oneself.
Only to pack it up and store this burden onto a shelf.