You poor hollow soul.
This life without ode won’t allow you to grow.
The wilted flower needs water to bloom
but was kept in the dark for too long.
You deprive this plant from the bright light it needs to flourish.
Such beauty should never cower behind this curtain.
Pull back the strings and accept your upbringing, for this downfall can’t continue.
The loss, the pain, there’s nothing to gain inside the shadows.
Losing track? Nowhere to go? Bruises and blisters should let you know; you do not belong here. Open the door! Unveil the light and
be consumed!
Maybe then you too will bloom.