Every death nail became my foundation.
My sovereignty deepened—fully accepted.
I changed.
And suddenly, it no longer mattered
That anyone else didn’t.
I grew—
Exactly as I was meant to.

There’s green beyond the lines—
Abundant overgrowth and wildlife.
Hearts on fire.
Sunshine-gold mornings,
Jeweled sunsets.
Waters that wear stars,
Whether it’s night or day.
Always an open door—
So many,
There is no door at all.
Only open expanse.

Possibility unhinged.

Structure matters.
But it doesn’t look the same for everyone.
It can take forms far from the norm.
Building new structure
From the ashes of what failed
Can carry joy.

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