Time flows
And all wounds
are supposed to heal
But I am still here
I am still her.

Practice religion in any way you need to
Be it through prayer, philosophy or poetry
Any gracious God will accept your soul
No matter how you choose to offer it

Exactly how many times must a soul break
Before a masterpiece is written?
How many pieces more do I need to shatter
To create a poem that will outlive me

In it’s own way, self love can be the hardest kind
When you are against your own stubborn
Your own cynic
Learning to fight for that love
Means learning to do more than just survive
To understand that being selfish can be a kindness
And that being fragile also means to be treated gently
And not just easily broken or damaged

Bury me in the warmth of your embrace
Drown me in the scent of something like home
Carry my fears into whispers of forever
Hold me til I question if I was ever broken at all

You are the soft sigh of the waves
receeding from the shore
The warm breeze on a slow day
The pink sky before the sun bids goodnight
The first flower that  blooms on May

I never knew I was drowning
I thought that's just how everybody lived
With water filling their chests,
With hearts pushing with every beat
No light in the bottom of the ocean

Then I started swimming towards the light
Not knowing what lied beyond the surface
The first time air touched my lips
and caught in my throat
it felt like a violent whiplash

It felt like I was dying
The water spilling out of me
My heart beating so fast, lungs filled with air. It was painful to breathe
It was painful to live