I have stopped expecting to be saved, I uncovered the rope buried in the mud and pulled until it revealed the sunlight that I'd been hidden from.
As it gleams across my skin, I feel renewed and free from the darkness that developed within me.
I began feeding the plants instead of poisoning their soil, they bloom for me now instead of wilting.
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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
