Vulnerable, bare, blank.
An empty canvas for life to paint on with its endless rainbow of colorful hues.
I stand alone.
Water rushing over me, deafening me to my surroundings.
Another world intertwined with this.
All the same, but with extensive resources, greater knowledge and understanding.
A place of hope, of unimaginable sights and feelings you could never dream of.
I stand alone.
Attempting to wash away the scars, failures, and devastation.
Every crevice of my body, every inch of my being I give to this moment.
I want to feel. I want to live. I want to breathe.
I stand alone.
Maybe what I’ve been looking for has been here all along, but I was never capable of seeing it until now.
A hidden treasure buried beneath mounds and mounds of history.
The process will be tedious, but I am unwrapping these petals of my life one at a time.
Someday it will be a beautiful flower.
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