Thinking about how do I silence the swarming worms in ma head?
They crawl restlessly through the corridors of ma mind twisting thought into thought until every idea feels knotted chaotic nd unbearably alive
When I was younger, I believed having a sensitive heart was a curse. I tried to harden it, to make it seem like stone, but as I got older, I realized how angelic my heart truly is, and how sacred my sensitivity has always been. Now I can’t imagine my life without feeling deeply
The shadows of yesterday have finally dissolved
I’m no longer the story I was told
nor the pain I once held
I have crossed the threshold of survival
n stepped into the garden of ma own making