My Future Me

<p>I am a flower</p><p>I am a rose&nbsp;</p><p>Soon to be cast out of my shell</p><p>I am worthy to be loved and saved out of the misery sourronding me, called hell.</p><p>I rise with poewr</p><p>Not because I am a flower</p><p>But because of sobriety</p><p>I have the strength to defeat any enemy</p><p>So please DO NOT try me!</p><p>People come and go, now that I know</p><p>I admit it, I use to blow</p><p>Back wheeen I considered myself a legeeend,&nbsp;</p><p>But in reality it was really the end.</p><p>Consumed in trauma and superficial drama</p><p>There was no sense of sense and all I needed was my mamma</p><p>&quot;Mamma mamma, Will I be ok?&quot; &quot;Will I make it?&quot;</p><p>The slithering sound of fear took over my dignity</p><p>My dogmatic values almost washed down the drain</p><p>And now I was in so much pain.</p><p>Recovery mode was prayer on the daily,</p><p>And yes, even when I got lazy.</p><p>Slowly emerging from small apartments to large houses</p><p>&quot;Here I come, I am not going anywhere.&quot; My personality roared.</p><p>Sixteen equaled me proudly</p><p>Prayer equaled no sight of an enemy</p><p>And track equaled me less hungry.</p><p>&quot;Im alive.&quot; Those thoughts ringered in my ear&nbsp;</p><p>It was clear that &quot;Who I was&quot; was near.</p><p>Now every year equals no fear</p><p>I am here, I am near and most imporantly&nbsp;</p><p>I am me.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>