we cut the rope made of daisy chains,
exhaled the barbed fear thorns in our way
we were drowning in a deluge of doubt,
clamoring towards the surface,
struggling to find a way out
but, these flowers are breaking
like waves against our skin,
a cleansing rush of soft petals and promises
allowing us to inhale forgiveness in
now our blossoming hearts can be whole again
Words: Ashley Jane ©️
Art by littledoodlebook via Instagram ©️