abrasive freedom

acceptance

the bare daisies i can smell are bright like a gleaming pearl,

my bitten lips are as red as a tomato,

i can see myself starting to admire who i am and what i stand for,

i touch my cheeks and feel the flourishing blush form, hot and smeared

my laughter is as loud as a lion's roar

washing away the gruesome past leaves a sting on my warped sense of reality

my eyes glazed with happiness, soaring and blossoming into something good

i can finally let go of my old self without pain and destruction

starting fresh with new dreams and achievements leaves me inspired and twinkling

i can finally be free with acceptance.