These Bones

With distruction comes creation 

In a flowers weakest most fragile state comes a fastation 

It blooms into something powerful and disguises its most fragile state 

Until touched

Just like myself

My skin is my home, my bones hold me close, sheltered

Uncomfortable most of the times

But in this home I've learned to grow comfortable

I've learned to break boundries

In this home I've lived and died a hundred times

In this home I've been nourished and I've flourished

A home built on forgiveness and mercy

This is my home, a place for all my thoughts

A place for comfort

A place that was designed exactly for my own

A home I've come to love

I love my home

I love these bones




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