I accepted my darkness for what it is.

I decided to light my own heart and start a path surrounded by daisies.

Seasonal watery eyes, beautiful, but different. New.

A garden has grown and flourished in the absence of drought.

Reflection. Forgiveness. Understanding.

No more roses that stab me with their thorns when I try to admire their beauty.

No more blood.

My light’s been dim.

But it’s starting to shimmer.