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we cut the rope made of daisy chains,

exhaled the barbed fear thorns in our way

we were drowning in a deluge of doubt,

clamoring towards the surface,

struggling to find a way out

but, these flowers are breaking

like waves against our skin,

a cleansing rush of soft petals and promises

allowing us to inhale forgiveness in

now our blossoming hearts can be whole again

Words: Ashley Jane ©️

Art by littledoodlebook via Instagram ©️