prompt: dreadful darlings
                              (prompt by hallowed.honey on insta)
                              also inspired by the once and future witches by alix e. harrow (highly recommend, 10/10) 
                              
                              hope and its flowers
                              are dreadful darlings—
                              curling their roots
                              like dense, gnarled fingers
                              in the rain-kissed soil 
                              of my mind,
                              tangling dangerously
                              with my thoughts,
                              turning the barren garden
                              trampled and tortured inside
                              into a dreamt-up kingdom
                              of wild roses 
                              as deadly as weeds
                              when left untended 
                              and sweet,
                              persistent and
                              powerful
                              
                              hope and its flowers
                              are everlasting,
                              blooming in my chest
                              with my every breath
                              as if i give steel
                              to their strong stems;
                              velvet softness
                              to their unfurling petals
                              just by daring to 
                              lift my head and live,
                              refusing to bow my head
                              or bend
                              at failure's forceful hand
                              like a simple sunflower would
                              when the sun, its golden mother
                              is swallowed by the summer storm,
                              and the constant patter of rain
                              pulls at its petals
                              until they're dripping with despair
                              and scorched by lightning,
                              torched by lies of limitations
                              to one's inner light
                              when the world is no longer
                              wondrous
                              but dark with words
                              sharp as swords
                              
                              my candle, this blue flame
                              against the night
                              is tucked between
                              the steady pulses
                              of my heartbeat
                              where it's safe from the storm,
                              and the stars only gossip about
                              this new sister
                                      
                                   
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