So, I felt like I needed to write down how I was feeling, and it came out in a poem, so I thought I'd post it here.
Buds lay, ready to blossom
The persona hiding the true emotions
Laziness and langor rose to the occasion
Fear ruled causing the void.
Lacking trust and hope, life was lived
But could that really be called so?
Devoid of truth and lacking will
It was a path not forged.
A beast lay inside, attacking the bars
Yearning for the path to the empyre.
Finally the Sakura bloomed.
Motivation acquired, inspiration found, passions followed.
Chains broken, the false image shattered
The petals circled as the beast began to emerge
With a crash, cut short
Fear froze the beast
No path was forged.