wanted to make it stop.
All of it.
The desperate longing for the ability to breathe again
and the being.
The pain was less painful
The darkness a little less dark
And my lungs were filled with fresh air.
I was finally able to breathe again.
And I decided to NOT make it stop.
For one reason:
I‘m like a rose, blooming in the dark.
knowing there is light
So there is a semicolon in my life;
It could have ended
It could have ended but I decided it will go on.