Withered Rose
...Ashes, ashes, they all fall DOWN...
Who I Was...
I once was brave, when I was a young child, just beginning,
barely aware of anything.
I once liked talking on the phone, even though it was merely
pretending.
I once loved playing outside, exploring my surroundings.
I once had some sort of talent for dancing.
I once was fine with wearing a bathing suit in public,
actually wanting to go to swimming pools and all the beaches.
I used to simply go with the flow, whether I liked it or not
(and I rarely did).
I used to be able to go outside, have adventures even.
I used to whine and scream, quite the complainer I was.
I used to laugh at every single thing whether it was funny
or not (more often not).
I used to sing, mostly just when alone in my room, music
piercing my ears.
I am still a small voice in this loud, noisy world.
I am still as shy as can be, blushing undyingly, you know.
I am still naturally a worrier...overly concerned, and now
for people I don’t even truly know.
I am still stuck in the past, living from memories, but also
hoping for more to come.
I am still hoping, wishing, dreaming for it to be over. For
my miracle. Some sign.
...withered..rose.....
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