Like a candle burning in a pitch black cave,
Fighting to brighten its glow... reality says it can’t.
Searching for strength, for reasons, that won’t disregard, won’t trap, or suffocate.
Knowing life is worth more.
When watching daffodils bloom in early spring,
Wishing it could be so simple so pure,
Like a flower: bloom, embellish then leave with the new season's breeze.
Mind filled with thoughts, sinking bit by bit, bitter images lingering.
While wondering, praying for painful memories to leave.
She waits impatiently, watching sorrows float away
As each second passes, Blown with the new season.
Opening her eyes, she stares, seeing blessings,
Catching her breath, she belongs,
Like those daffodils in spring time, dancing with the breeze,
She glows brighter each day.
Lychee,
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