Jan 18, 2023
I can
I can still breathe, no matter what you say.
My heart beats faster than ever. I am alive.
Tenderness pouring out of every pore.
I want to find that perfect sunbeam.
The caress that ignites my dead heart.
Finding myself again after all that pain.
Glittery threads guiding me back home.
I am able to get back on my feet, darling.
Yes, I have cried, but it made me stronger.
So, come at me, I am not afraid of you.
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