her

no longer waiting to be discovered, I am discovering her. reach high for the highs, extend my arms and will not succumb to the lows. but i’ll ground myself to earth as I watch my words flow through paper like an existential crisis but it’s my existential crisis. I will cry and feel no shame for my tears and their great escape down my face like waterfalls pouring water showcasing my flaws and my fall. I will grieve the leftover love I will always have for the ones that are gone and I will hold them in memory and remember them as much as they would. the boats tend to rock but they always hold steady above water, trembling water shaking my boats but these boats do not shake on their own.  bind my wrists with my hands no longer holding their hands, I am great. I am unstoppable. I am her.