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.
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