for the light,
that could never
reflect high enough,
for the first time,
has reached the peaks.

you never realize how bright you shine until you’re engulfed in your own darkness

my mother's words
always rang before
any step forward,
halfway down the hallway,
i realized;
my destiny was not
for her to write

for the caterpillar
that never seemed
to blend in with
the butterflies
will bloom
more beautiful
than the flower
it stands upon

rather than the pretty rose,
that was showered with
praise and poise
and sunshine smiles,
the mimosa plant always was
pricked by the curious calico cat,
curling into itself
and if i were to do the same,
would i disappear too?

the sun rose in the east,
only cries and wails
in white hoarded rooms,
where a new day starts,
and endings birthed,
and where the sun
sets in the west,
waiting for a better
tomorrow.