Mind racing, sweaty Palms, rapidly beating hearts, and unanswered wonders. Clouded the minds of confusion, remembering to keep two feet firmly glued to the ground. By also keeping their head leveled to the proper level. Without having the fear of losing sight of the prize placed before them. Struggling to stay steady without a wobbled rhythm, standing eagerly too straight listening to the whispers being spoken. Remembering that with these followings one is following. To have Tranquility in this time of desperation being calm, cool, and collective when one’s wants are to crumble to the gray ash; that follows the burning cherry of a long lit cigarette. Breathing heavier and heavier almost causing one to pass out but acknowledging, that the fall will cause a series of pain to the body. Rethinking one’s options wisely creating a large space between one’s fall and one’s surroundings. Slowly after the mini panic attack one snapping back into reality. One realizes one has overreacted and needs to calm down, taking a minute to collect themselves and strut passed it. Soon after gaining a sense of balance without having both feet firmly glued to the ground. Making it exceedingly effortless for one to stretch out both feet. This giving one full mobility of motion, the unsteadiness one felt prior soon becomes as sturdy as a tall building reaching the skyline. The feeling of desperation mists off into the clouds above. This leaving one with a calming sensation throughout the whole body. Just when one was certain it couldn’t get any worse; it does. Since one didn’t move fast enough for the guards bearing this solitary confinement a shark like pack. Quickly drives the sole individual against their will. Throwing them into solitary confinement for “Behaving Badly”. Looking high and low for familiar faced individuals. Only the ruthless guards in almost every room on the levels of the large facility. Not a known soul in reach, just oneself and their belongings feeling like years have passed since freed from the unfamiliar facility. For this teenaged mind, one remembers clear as day screaming and crying for the melodies of normality. Having the desire to have a normal high school experience. But life had other options for one at that point, by the age 14 to 16 for this individual they had been in and out of unfamiliar facilities up until age 17. Spending almost two and a half years in solitary confinement. The wonders of ones magnificent mind wondered what it would be like on the outside when one was to return. Was the grass as green as one imagined, or was the sky as blue as they remembered. Caged in like an animal, felt like as though years went by, troubled by the image that was made for them Unlearning fundamentals taught during the early stages in life and developing the early stages of codependency. While having ghoulish guards waking up individuals at the wee hours of the morning. To distribute medications completely zombifying one from 7 a.m. to around 11 a.m. By 11 a.m. it was lunch time one knew to only eat the prepackaged food because the guards would put medicine in the food making it have a vile taste to it, a chalk like consistency. It felt as though one has spends almost a century here. For this individual they were paired with another same-sex individual to share room together. Both being strangers that awkward and uneasy feeling started to unravel completely. Basically crawling through ones skin of the uncontrollable outburst one was having. Minorly having to learn social skills without having the proper environment was extremely difficult for this individual especially for their return to reality. Even so for this specific individual after being freed from the unfamiliar facility one social skills were extremely off in fact all their skills were off. But by the time this learning experience has come to a holt, given that high school years have come and gone. Seeming as though the only skills this one individual was equipped with was the known knowledge of survival. Surviving any things thrown their way. Exceedingly for them they have stumbled upon the most profound obstacles. Leading them into the most unbearable situations so for them this has structured them into being that very Warrior they are. One does not in fact pick their childhood for that is held up to whoever raises them. But what comes exceedingly important are the values and the Traditions one was raised up on. Given that life has other options for one this does not entail that every individual is acquitted with social skills and/or common sense. During the stages of growth individuals must grasp the fact that one day Mommy and daddy will not be there to save you. One must courageously save themselves, it is up to one to distinguish between the skills that one was taught alongside with the skills that one learns throughout their lifespan. Becoming secretly intelligent with their skills sets as well as their common sense. As one starts to understand the fact that there is in fact a purpose for the unpurposed being, uncommonly deciding to plant seeds of empowering growth for this tremendously unfortunate foe. Forgiving individuals who have physically, and emotionally caused them harm and freeing themselves from anyone or anything causing them destruction. For the one who unlocks thy to be the wisest of the relation, with unheard of skills that one was taught along their path. One has fought a long battle but unfortunately the war has just begun. By:k.L♡