A rose can grow from concrete
I’ve seen it with my own two eyes.
Breaking through its restraints,
reaching for the sky.

With all its might,
it not only survived, it thrived!
Leaving a legacy for you and I
to always live by.

It goes like:
Never stop following the light,
never stop chasing new heights,
and never stop putting up a fight.

There’s a freedom in choosing
myself over a man.

Many women never get the chance to,
Some don’t want to try.
Others don’t even know they can.

For me,
It feels like freedom.
It feels like breaking generational curses
and celebrating a win for the war started by the women before me.

It feels like having complete control over my happiness,
over my body.
It feels like I’m freeing all of the little girls
chained inside of my memory.

I wish I could write it all away
heal the child in me that’s
still so desperate for her family.

The family that let her down
taking her under with them,
just watching as she drowned.
She never touched the drugs
so she never felt the love,
it’s sad but it’s true.

But, she pulled herself up from
the bootstraps
finding she had her own stars to map.
She lassoed them all one by one,
but always flying too close to the sun.
Inevitably getting burnt.

Wounds so deep
that the bad memories just seeped
into modern day.
Leaving her scared to fly
and leaving her locked away.

But I know all I need to set her free
is already inside of me.
It’s been in me since day one
It’s been in me all along.
My sun my moon my shooting star✨
The little girl who always saves us
no matter where we are.

I don’t have a floor
I just go lower and lower,
I think I was born 6 feet deep.

Why won’t you step down
and take a seat with me?
Show me someone cares,
show me in not the only one down here.

Unburden me and I’ll unburden you,
It’s not so bad in the trenches
when you have someone to lean on to.

I want to rip my heart out
of my chest,
to release me from your spell,
to release  me from this hell.

The nights are the worst,
I can still feel you inside of me.

I’m a lone wolf,
A ***** left to die.
I howl at the moon,
like I howl at you all night.
Cursing your name
while mending to my own wounds,
because I no longer have a pack
to go home to.

I’ve been punching the air,
because you don’t care,
was it something I did?

You chipped away at my walls,
for nothing at all,
in the ruins I hid.

I let you into my home,
where I water my soul,
now you’re only in my phone.

It’s just like silly little me,
to get lost in the fantasy,
and end up alone.

You were born to bleed
to please your father,
always trying to figure it out.

Raised to shine
beneath the lights,
you practiced for years,
putting in the time.

His little toy soldier
born so he could get it right.
But when he broke,
he broke you too
left you alone in the ruins.

You still carried on
singing the bluest songs,
falling in love with the poppy.
Always taking it too far
until you lost track of who you are,
bleeding out for everyone to see.

Carrying the weight
Of your families shame,
high up on your shoulders.
Never giving up,
always pushing forward,
fighting for that boulder.