I can't breathe my heart beats relentlessly
I never get enough sleep it's like my days are put upon repeat
My bodies weeding and Wilting like a dying rose except something has already died from within me but unlike a dying rose that has stopped blossoming I'm continuing to sprout new leaves with new stories and new meanings
I'm finally finding purpose and my thorns are no longer what now defines me
I'm finally growing my petals are no longer falling beaneath me the Red Sea has finally been parted my heart no longer ringing and ringing and heavily beating my days are Turing into long nights filled with dreams with happy endings and as of the thing that had died inside of me? i gave