puddled with distraught, wallowed a doubt.
faint fountain sprouted a whisk of color,
pleading agony, fervently seeking;
a torch's fire playing with my scars.

i tore pieces of myself,
embraced murky waters;
i'm grateful to mild skies,
it knows me enough and I cried.

my lips widen, my eyes deepen.
i rolled on the loudest chuckle;
i'm killing inside, i'm barely holding in.
it keeps my life a little less mean.

through my lips, i open my mind.
through my mind, i closed my heart.
through my heart, i open my doubts.
through my doubts, life taught me to be loved.

i see the puddled road, full of questions.
i see the faint fountain, painting me purpose.
i see a glass, being vulnerable to all touch.
and I see blue, as a way to guide my mended arrows.