I'll be strong like a flower
That blooms in the spring
Pluck off all my petals
But it cannot destroy me.
Around this time next year
All of the strorms and rain
Will array me in new colors
And I'll be born again.
There's no use in crying
Over spilled theories
There's no use in trying
For those who do not hear me.
There's no use in dying
Over things that cannot kill me.
All of these emotions
All the pain and doubt
All of the sadness
Passes through me like clouds
But my soul is the blue sky
And clouds are so fleeting
Why hold myself ransom
When I'm already free?
There's no use in crying
Over spilled theories
There's no use in trying
For those who will not hear me.
There's no use in dying
For things that cannot kill me.
And I'm learning
As a woman
How much strength there is in
Fragility.
Bordeaux Day 5 – I got stung by a bee
12 years ago
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