toughen under the strain of loss. it stole something from me. used to be so embedded emotionally fall apart completely. but now the rain has found its river bed. of course, love the ones that support me. just struggle sometimes to reveal me. these scars get in the way. used to be so full of strength that nothing could break me. the outcome now. am stronger. and now dream of a future.
wonder why she hides in a garden of thorns? they, and their cutting words, as she in the petals of a red rose. she tells me it was the hardest time of her life. how she had not learned of self-love. a month later. there was no way to let go of the pain. a fragrance. before the mocking laughter of crowds. how the petals had wilted. it felt as though her mind had tossed in the wind.