I am a flower

I am a rose 

Soon to be cast out of my shell

I am worthy to be loved and saved out of the misery sourronding me, called hell.

I rise with poewr

Not because I am a flower

But because of sobriety

I have the strength to defeat any enemy

So please DO NOT try me!

People come and go, now that I know

I admit it, I use to blow

Back wheeen I considered myself a legeeend, 

But in reality it was really the end.

Consumed in trauma and superficial drama

There was no sense of sense and all I needed was my mamma

"Mamma mamma, Will I be ok?" "Will I make it?"

The slithering sound of fear took over my dignity

My dogmatic values almost washed down the drain

And now I was in so much pain.

Recovery mode was prayer on the daily,

And yes, even when I got lazy.

Slowly emerging from small apartments to large houses

"Here I come, I am not going anywhere." My personality roared.

Sixteen equaled me proudly

Prayer equaled no sight of an enemy

And track equaled me less hungry.

"Im alive." Those thoughts ringered in my ear 

It was clear that "Who I was" was near.

Now every year equals no fear

I am here, I am near and most imporantly 

I am me.