I was a withered plant hidden from the light Wilted I thought i was beyond help But I never truly knew Until I was back in the sun Now I bask in his light As his fingers brush along my cheek My chest My thighs His touch fills me with a warmth I never thought I’d know again After years spent freezing His smile bathes me in a light id never thought I’d see And I’ve begun to grow Flourishing through the growing pains I let myself breathe I let myself need I let myself eat I let the bruises fade And my heart begins to beat again And I’ve learned how to love again
I wrote this as a sequel to Its Harder Than it Seems to Dream of What I Dream. Things have gotten better. They really can.