Flowers
blinded by guilt,
the world begins to tilt,
pushing me, shoving me away away…
every compliment seems unnatural,
my thoughts warped and irrational,
as pedals turn into blades…
every shadow’s out to get me,
the world weighs down heavy,
my gold heart colored black within my chest.
yet when fiends me liberty,
unleashing my self captivity,
i begin to breath, breath…
forgiveness seeps in,
my world begins to spin,
old walls no longer hold me back.
i am worthy,
my legs sturdy,
i can stand up straight.
there is peace within me,
arms spread wide, i am free!
i found a place to call mine inside.
i can see, i can feel,
ghosts gone -this is real,
and flowers are just what they always have been - flowers.
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