I have grown throughout this past year in a half and I have gained an enormous amount of self-respect for myself. I know I have caged my heart and have partially closed myself out to the world, but I think I’m ready for a change now. I’m sick of drugging myself with deception and prescription drugs that aren’t even prescribed to me. I can’t believe I’m going to be twenty soon, I didn’t even think I would live to be eighteen.
: Memoirs:
Hidden under the debris
Lies a bed of flowers
Age 19
Needing water
Needing substance to endure
Forever tainted
And deterred
The wind
Blowing the petals
Face to face
No such embrace
Hearing a knock at the door
Opening slowly
Seeing your face
Hands shaking behind you
As my eyes see the flowers
The flowers that you have picked
Dismissed from the ground in which they had existed
Placing in my hands
Imprinting in my heart
Age 19
I realized life
Unaltered
No longer hidden
For you rescued me from the ground
And placed me to higher quarters
And relieved me from torture
Watered
Nurtured
Rejuvenated and pure
Blooming and beautiful
Realizing the generosity of life
Aging 20
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