I've come close to finding you,
my hands almost touched your wounds
so soft was your skin, it was torn apart.
I felt you throbbing, I felt your pulse
and waves rolling in your swollen heart.
You were like electricity,
the day you stood on your feet
screaming at the world, 'listen to me!'
I felt the tremor in your brittle bones
and souls were awoken,
let them witness this - you got here alone.
You've stood in front of a mirror
tears racing down your face,
asking yourself - ' who am I?'
There was beauty in your vulnerability
you didn't see it but it's okay to cry.
It's okay to cry, when you stood back up.
You swall
