and than i saw a picture of a dark heart. and it looked sad, if a heart could look sad. and it was burnt i think, and dark and dry. and for some reason though it looked so bad, i wanted to look closer. and i did look closer, i thought something caught my eye. and i looked closer and closer..and i saw it. a bright blue little flower. breaking through the crust and depth and hurt and tears. it was small, and it was struggling, but it was there. i could see it for sure. it was breaking through the death and deceit that had built up. it was little, but it was strong. it was thin, but it was pushing. as if it was really trying to break through, really pushing. and it stood so prouldly, because it knew, it had made it through. it made it through that last layer that hurt so bad, it made it through the pain, through the hurt, through the guilt, through the dark nights and long days. it made it through, and it was going to show everyone that.

i am making it through.