“I am just a flower longing to bloom with courage & beauty”

-Kelviaun ECHE`

     The anchored darkness shadows me from the light but the repetition of PAIN, SIN, & LACK OF LOVE scorns my soul to be sullen in a state by myself. Yet I am a flower but shriveled & I would be so beautiful if I could just bloom. Even with my faith I AM A SHRIVELED UP MESS… younno the images of one’s words saying ‘PRAY’, ‘DON’T GIVE IN’! COULD JUST HIDE FROM ALL THE MISERY OF MY CIRCUMSTANCE?  SHALL I PROCEED TO SAY THE REAL STORY BEHIND MY “Ungrateful attitude”? It’s exactly what Maya said “no one can make it out here alone”