Mess

A mess.

Confusion, sadness, grief, pain, worry, and anger.

Each emotion pushes through me like a tsunami of chaos.

I did not deserve my past.

Yet here I am.

In this, I see black.

There are no flowers where I am.

No angels that I can see.

No lord that I pray to.

I wander aimlessly in a broken forest.

Leaves at my feet, my black dress sways with each step.

I am no longer lost and afraid.

My mind is clearing.

My feelings are surfacing.

I am forced to face my life in its entirety.

I may thrive in the darkness, but I am not broken.

I am one with myself.

As I feel my body tremble I am greeted by my guardian.

The wolf within it is now beside me.

We walk together in harmony.

This is our garden.

This is our heaven.

Through the wreckage, the darkness leads the way.

-RhiannaVasquez