Sturdy Wings.

This is what you left me with.
Tension to breathe and time.
Time to waste and sleep and kill.

Reality floods my lungs and I've grown numb.
I breathe water and drink air.
I meta morph into someone else.

Some girl stronger than me.
In the end, I am grateful.
For the goose bumps and the scars and the long nights I spent crying and cursing your name.

My chin is strong, my heart is able.
I have a steady pulse.
And as I take bounds and leaps towards danger,

I will not be phased.
Not in the least.

Because I've grown