Found me, a wilted mess
Wrung out and wrinkled
Like my torn party dress
Getting lost in
Nostalgic corridors
Clouding visions
Of what I’m here for
The suffering has
Always come easy
I’ve grown tired
Of fighting joy
I want to surrender
Letting it
Carry me
Triumphantly
Through the darkness
That tries to envelop me
I am ready to receive
My flowers now.
💫Amber Comber
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