The Rose with a thorn

It's funny how things turn out. The weather changes as quickly as the things in your life do. From a change in scenery to a newfound opportunity. You are reminded of the path that you took that led you to where you are today and you realize that the hustle becomes the work to a future that you want to achieve. Out of time and against your space, you experience something new, as if you know no trace. These nuances challenge our mindset, open our thoughts, and create a bloom of open talk.

The pain of structure, cold winds at heart. You long for warmth and peace, in hopes your heart doesn’t fall apart. You fight to forget what was passed down in terror, let these cold-winded chills freeze our hell, all over. Biding time until it's our moment to venture out. Separate ourselves from the dark that's set to fade out. Rainy weather that makes us gloom, is time for the patriarchy to change its tune. Memes everywhere that make us laugh, without realizing that some of them actually tell the truth about our present as we hide in scabs.

Loathing nature or lazy vibes, more like an unmotivated rut that you repeated the climb. Work at your own pace and not those of others, it may take them a while to understand that you are not always pristine, that sometimes, you are wild. The fools of April that comes with class, become the fool to make everyone laugh. Throw the handbook out the window, because the rules of the world are different from the storybook tales that build our visions.

Looking out the window you see the skies go by. The birds move and the vibes fly on by. Your heart cascades with the rhythm of a drum. You are in a space that's new while your mind becomes dormant. You are clueless about the signs of truth and struggle for the push of self and acceptance. You do what you never thought to do and now you have no clue how you can be true. You fought for everything while caring for things aside from yourself. Now it's just you and you alone. Chances to make your story with a pen in hand, self-reliance, and inspiration that must come from you. Options for you to take care of others with mandates to care for yourself. The lost sea which you are not but with a canvas that's new, it's blank with no muse or path.

Live it yours for the taking and now you have some leeway to begin your journey. Not forgotten but filled with the possibility of more than one pen in hand. Different colors and choices can be made by you. This whole time you have been fighting to preserve and embrace exist now that you are here free from the stress that pulled you away from you, it feels unknown and cumbersome to find purpose. The world is scary and there's no way to make something where you have been reacting to your own interactions. The question is now what to do, or how to be. Making things for yourself is right or is it just you making things go by because you just know how to be.

The darkness sneaks up on you when you least expect it. One little thing that doesn’t really bother you but starts a chain reaction. A domino effect that leads to potential long-term pain. Retreat and hate build but are not released due to complaining events. You struggle to find truth and a silver lining but negativity is always watching for an opening to come in and induce further damage.

Fall in reverse as the drama engulfs you. Spreading its poison like water, your being is drained of potential happiness and self-care. Disowned by the power of positivity and dragged to the corners of your mind. Put against the doors of doubt shamed for the ignorance of clout. Teased for the pleasures at bay, close to the locks to release the thing that was put away. Those that are close today, shall push against these doors of doubt, to prevent releasing further pain with themselves as a wall becomes mount.