tough manes crowninginexorable obsidian eyesa loud roar yearning toescape my captive heartpainfully raw as truest truth how long have i beentrapped in the lion’s den? how much longer have iblinded by dark delusionthought the lion was me?no herculean effort savesme from this here defeat how long until i canflee from the lion’s den?

one day you will knowhow much i love youand have loved youever since one day you will ceaseto wonder if if and why whyand just feel lovedabove all else for no matter how muchhurt there is in lifethere is alwaysalwaysmore love

closed in on all sideswater rolling in swiftlymy ivory towerturned out to bean isle of isolationi can’t swim my way outof this one situationtipping the bucketyet i refuse to drowninstead i choose tobloomi won’t ever go downif there is a way up

you cannot witnessyour full beautyshower yourselfin self-love desireduntil you approbateyour soul into beingunfolded

when exactly didthe hands of timestart pulling you backa little more out of myreach every day?not fast enough to noticeyour personal decayslowly unveiling itselfuntil all the stolen piecescombined into a voidwere too big to hold togetherin a daughter’s loving embrace dadwhen did you start leaving me? my father shall eventuallyforget i am his daughterbut I … More Poem | locked away safely

tiny little seedsown in dark soilstruggling upwardstowards the goldenheavenly coronationbeaten down byadversity and misjudgeyet alien to forfeitlittle progress is stillprogress untilyou no longer haveto bow your head andyou can show yourfull miracle in bloom

i wish there wasa place where westopped counting warsas global phenomena instead what i long for mostin days to comeis something we’d callWorld Peace I

some people’s viewsare harassed by blossomscascading their existenceinto human lives perpetual haste hastaken over today’s rhythmleaving no time to wasteor wander happily i reach out and catchwhite petals blown thitherby a soft and gentle breezekindly leading my way

mirror mirrorshow me moremy hair is dullmy nose askewyet i am the mostbeautiful i knewmy soul is goldenmy mind in linemirror mirrorshow me mineno reflectionunveils it allcharacter caughtin more than linescarving my facemirror mirrorshow my grace

dressed as a demonvoice of a fallen angelhorns pointy and sharpdeviously glaring eyesready to riotall set for hellthen my back itchesand my wings regrowwhile the sun evaporatesall that is left ofmy bad intentionsand i reluctantlychoose good insteadjust likealways