I will NOT allow you to take my words from my breath!
You turn them into tornados that tare apart my thoughts,
I will not let you become my thoughts..
I was stuck in guck for far to long!
Life, motionless.
Emotions, numb.
The only thing running
Was the wine from this shell.
But I am not a shell anymore!
I will NOT allow you to turn me back into a corpse!
This guck has transformed into a pond,
But the soil will always remain stained..
I will no longer permit you to tred upon me with the past.
For I am a blooming lotus flower,
Trying to strech beyond the clouds,
To bath within the light.