Updated: Mar 15
Sometimes growth is a bullet.
This pain is an endless echo.
I believed that enough love and enough patience could fix anyone,
but I didn't know humans beings could rot on the inside.
Now I wish I could unlearn all these sharp edges,
instead I tend this garden of scars on top of scars
wondering if anything could ever grow here again.
I am storm.
I am legion,
Thundercloud and harbinger -
The spent fumes after a scorch.
Leave nothing for the future,
For Dark is the Light.