Wrapped in agony ,
lost in the fluid of black emotion,
I spiraled deeper into the madness
of instability.
Tightness of strangulation nearly
snuffed my life.
Each breath was like a thorn
spiked and punctuated.
( I was drowning )
"And the day came when the risk
to remain tight in a bud was more
painful than the risk it took to blossom."
And from the fragile bud that shielded me ,
I emerged, like a flower thirsting for sunlight.
And my life began.



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