Someday you will have so much light inside you,
that you run away from places to put it.
It will fill you up to the brim,
one more good thing and you will be overflowing!

They never warned you about days like this,
Days when hell makes home in your chest.
Some days, you swear you feel wilderness bloom
From the saddest parts of you; you taste the sunlight letting them breath!

Then a day comes like this from nowhere,
or everywhere, and the hell fire that you have
become hosts to burn those flowers to ash.
You're left shaking from the absence of the sun and the ghost person you've become.

And weeks or months or years from now,
You will be talking through
what you had to figure out by yourself to,
somebody else and they will ask-
"Does this get better?" and you will say,
"Someday you will have so much of light inside of you that you run out of places to put it.
It will fill you up to the brim,
One more good thing you'll be overflowing!!
-vv