She thought so fondly of changing her ways, even though she feared what she would be left with; open wounds and searing realities.
She knew that she couldn't last as she was now, she wanted to uncover the meaning behind her smile again.
She wanted to beam as brightly as the sun in the afternoon, as it shines its brightest to illuminate any lingering darkness in the lives of everyone it touches.
She wanted so badly to find herself in the garden of weeds that she'd been mindlessly planting, as she grabbed her shovel and began digging deeply through the ages of soil.
She uprooted her past, present and future to reach a compromise.
Past, do not linger where you are no longer welcome.
Present, love yourself before attempting to love anyone else.
Future, have simple faith even in the worst of conditions.
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Eunoia
Poetry{ONGOING} Poetry from the mending mind ❝I am soft again, there is water and it surrounds me, there is feeling and I can feel it, I am awake and alive and swollen and heavy with love, I am changing and I am loving change.❞ © AVA
