Colorful and true like a masterpiece, finally at peace.. Accepting love in its purest form.
Throw me to the wolves They say And I will come back Leading the pack Does not come close to What I had to survive
A constellation of scars On my back like the night sky Tragically beautiful her face looking up Glowing connecting the picture of her life
Thorns carve a story on wise stems From each beautiful root Grounded, bending, not breaking in the wind Never to trust roses cut at the stem
It will all pay off in the end and I will be stronger for it. Like my sister told me from her tombstone not just me but both her and I will get through it.