I will grow
When inside of me there is a storm that knows no bounds. The winds of my soul and the rains of my mind mending in the face of tragedy
I will grow
When my skin is like dirt and my eyes the color of soot. Every inch of me is crawling with the desire to be pure
I will grow
When the flowers inside my lungs have rotted, their petals crumbling into my airway and begging to be coughed out
I will grow
When the soles of my feet have turned to stones and they drag across the pavement, creating sparks the color of my demons
I will grow
When my blood is the color of water yet my heart continues to beat the same rhythm it always has
I will grow
When I lose my spine at the thought of reality and take every chance to sit in solitude, avoiding the familiar
I will grow
My roots reach down to the core, rich in minerals and scalding hot
So that my leaves can reach to depths inside me I could only reach alone
and forever I will grow