i am in the dark,
stained and still.
my eyes meet nothing but blur
fog,
mud,
memories.
i want to be seen
not as the shadow i’ve become,
but as the truth i am.
like the lotus,
i am not the dirt i come from.
i am the bloom
fighting through it.
i am the becoming.
not the broken,
not the buried.
i am learning
to bloom
from everything
that tried to silence me.
Kayıt Tarihi : 2.10.2025 13:56:00
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