"There are moments when your destructive patterns feel like home, A familiar echo that whispers 'you are not alone.' But there are moments they feel awful, like Iceland's icy shore, A landscape beautiful and brutal, where you're lost forevermore. In these moments, I lose myself, like a traveler without a map, Wandering through the wreckage of what could have been, and what's been wrapped. The threads of self-destruction weave a tapestry so fine, A delicate balance of chaos and control, where I'm forever entwined. Like a siren's call, these patterns beckon me to return, To the comfort of familiar pain, where I've learned to yearn. But in the silence, a whisper stirs, a voice that's hard to hear, A gentle reminder that there's more to life than this endless fear. So I'll take the first step, into the unknown, where shadows roam, And maybe, just maybe, I'll find my way back home." #ukwandakian