soaking in "neverlandgold,"
she believes she is the fairy yesteryear asked for.
tears don't wash away her worth,
in fact--
it shows how her heart cares.
sometimes,
s u n s h i n e feels like being
her own p r o m i s e.
pretending to be a flower was enough to remember how impermanent hell was if she learned how to soften a scythe into a marigold and bluebell tiara.
all along she was r o y a l .
it looked like when loneliness asked for her yearning so o b l i v i o n
could resurrect a demon through what breaks her voice at
2 a. m.
as soft as a butterfly's wings
she began to l o v e
herself e n o u g h
to keep her r a d i a n t
when her sky f
a
l
l
she breathes the stars to her sky
so she is never truly lost.
as above,
so below.
as i remember,
so i bloom.
e v e r ♡ g a r d e n
if these words
have ever found you
when you needed them,
stay awhile.
there are more
growing here.
This flower girl dreams in poems.
Every offering gives those dreams
another sunrise to become real.☕💐
for the hearts that became their own rescue.
she survived the dark.
now she gets to choose the sky.
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