Highs and lows.
braving the storm and yet my scar shows.
Been through hell and almost didn't want to come back.
Found comfort after the chaos when the sky goes black.
Finding my thoughts with ease.
Pressing ink against paper like a breeze.
Flowers bloom and die.
but no matter how hard they try.
My words continue to move.
Beyond needing something to prove.
Through the darkest of times find the light.
Through the toughest of struggles continue to write.
Until my knuckles turn white.
I was born having to fight.
I will keep letting my feelings be known.
That's when it's clear that I'm not alone.
My words continue to move.
Beyond needing something to prove.