i’ve come so far.
but i stare into my mirror and who looks back?
purple hues and sunken eyes
skin so tired it looks like blue.
i stare at the bottom of the empty jar of the little blue pills that make me who i am.
but who am i?
a wilted rose
i stare at it and wonder what i could’ve been
if the sun and the earth and the water hadn’t failed me
i could’ve bloomed.
mirror, pill jar, wilted rose.
i still have so far left to go.