I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
Kicked up a storm of memories in the dust of yesterday I wallowed, bathed and near drowned as I breathed in each morsel of comfort I could discern and "But for the grace of God go I" saved my life and set me free.