Pain

Damaged but never undone, the trickle of life inside my mind leaves me to question the healing process. The movie I live is grand, horror parties of one dancing in the moonlight, liquids downed in 50 shots, my body lay motionless in the field of dandelions, wind kissing my cheek to remind me of my innocence. AS the time went my body felt warmth of the grass, I laid down for so long it felt the grass became roots rapping its self around my body. I did not stray, I stayed for many nights passing. To one day become a flower my self grown out of the soil.