Begin Where I End
I begin where I end,
end where I begin.
I start returning to myself again —
my growth, my healing,
the emptiness inside slowly filling.
I learn, I see
what’s right, what’s wrong.
Running toward what I love to do,
because at the end of life,
I don’t want regrets waiting for me.
I don’t know where life will take me,
so I give my all —
even in the smallest things,
I stay steady,
I give my full effort.
Throwback — I was empty, tired,
losing myself again.
But I came back stronger,
a comeback no one could digest.
It was like watching a flower bloom —
I was dry once,
now I water my soul
with hope and happiness.
Sometimes I do good, sometimes bad —
but in that moment,
I follow what feels right for my heart.
I can be cold,
I can be soft —
both live in me, both real.
I begin where I end,
end where I begin.
