Growth and Rebirth

There goes the girl who is stumbling over her hesitancy
And all over her drunken apologies. She should not be
Sorry for not being able to see into that blinding light
When she was in that completely cold and dark place.

She used to have so much of that angel like delicacy,
But the fragility of her wings is torn. It is in the wee
Hours of the morning and through the stormy night
When she cannot sleep because the demons replace

The goodness in her heart. Something like evilness
Lurking in the murky shadows. She has no one to
Turn to as they all point and laugh, telling her that
She imagines it in her head. She turns to herself in

The mirror with tears burning in her eyes, levelness
Fully vanishing. I never envy her, as I have been you
And you have been standing in her shoes, but no flat
Lines can keep any of us from stepping away from sin

After sin that was becoming harder to swallow. In our
Eyes we have another fight left and another mountain
To climb. Never think of this as an end to the road, but
As another pit stop along the way. The road and rebirth

May be rocky. We may want to give up, but we devour
All the times we used to say no and just like a fountain
That spits out blood-like water we keep pushing. What
We keep in our heart is growth from dirt of this earth.