Could find it,
               looking deeper towards

the light, then I collapsed within
              the darkness...

It was so bright, so lovely onyx
                petals lacerating me


like i was opening the door to a better place.

My blood was the nurture to open wounds
            that needed to show the bone,


            before I could heal from the  fall.

You never knew me, till you glued every
                scar after opening it to realise


that.. beauty was beneath every scar.

The luminosity blinded, headed my growth,
          for to grow,
I needed to be blind to see



                                  my purpose..