Honor

Google?

How am I supposed to honor this body? And this life?

I want this gift. 

I am so scared. What if I am purely not enough?

All my heroes are drunks. 

All my abusers are too. 

I want to live! 

I want to be alive. 

She’s dirty and clean-

messy and hollow.

She wants to dream. 

She wants to stand tall,

like a cactus tree. 

All my heroes are s**t. 

All my abusers are too.