i once took shame in this struggle. closed blinds, empty body 'nobody needs to know'
believing myself to be a burden, i buried myself.
i spent years decomposing, cold and unrecognizable. a fossil of my former self.
but now i hold the shovel and free myself from this earthen cage. i am beginning to understand that there is beauty in asking for help, and i have planted the seeds of self love. watch as they grow roots and blossom
-here's to a fresh start
here's a poem i wrote around 1 1/2 years ago and never posted