Dancing Among Thorns

The secret garden with flowers of the wilderness shall ignite with vibrance amongst the weeds. Soft petals dance with chaos and I'm the boldest. Spotlight on me, a cacophony of laughter, a splash of colour against the grey. I am shattered, while vigorous, yet the last one dancing under a broken sky. Where my ideas spiral like rust shaded autumn leaves, Whirling…Twisting within the gusts of my mind struggling against the currents of despair. I wear my pain like a crown of thorns, each sting a reminder of battles fought. The ripples of my laughter mask the screams hiding the shadows, lurking within the weight of my illness - heavy yet so well-known, A ghost I’ve learnt to dance with. In this garden, I shed my layers. The world recedes and I am myself - a girl with tears who proclaims delight and sorrow. One who waltzes through the madness, embracing chaos that completes me. In the crudeness, I shall find my truth.