The flowers are in full bloom in many colors and shapes.
My heart dreads the thought of not being able to bloom too.
I couldn’t do without the guidance of my mother, the kind words of another.
Sticks and words break my feekle heart, as I am aware of both them and the sadness
I illustrate in my art.
Today marks the day of a car accident.
An accident that took my life away, without my body.
The blinking lights foretold ominous winds blowing through my hair.
And the blood from a knife dripping down into a spotless wooden floor.
My eyes opened before my heart did.
I saw the world through new eyes as I realized punishing myself
was not the answer.
Torture and tormenting had gone on for far too long, in the morning and
the night I feared for my life.
But I no longer considered myself an enemy.
The bandage across my chest woke my heart up to see the world my eyes could not.
A world full of love, a world I could grow up in once more.