I may be in ruins, but there are parts of me that have never stopped growing.
Even though there are days when it seems the sun has not been up yet, I know it’s there somewhere.
Even though there are long nights that seem as if they will never end, a tiny ray of light is all I need.
Even though everything seems exactly the same I know it in my bones I am a completely different person than I was yesterday.
Even though there are brand new buds blossoming where they aren’t supposed to, I know better now to embrace them as they come.
It’s this ruins that make these flowers worth noticing, it’s this ruins that know my secrets and it’s this ruins that bring me closer to the light.
May be I have always been in ruins, but that has never stopped me from blooming.