Friend,
I’ve seen this pattern before.
The one trauma creates.
It’s oddly similar to each of our beings.
I see you pick at your nails and look over your shoulder, you never did that before.

I see you look at your hands, cover them with your own body. As if your ashamed to exist.

My friend, I won’t push you but I see your changes.

I see your struggle, I feel the pain in your eyes that you mask with a smile.

My friend, I have seen you in flames when you’re not scared.
Where is that goddess?
May I help remind you of who you are with or without this new emotion?

Can I show you not to be ashamed of your new power?

I was once where you stand, scared and mean.
Let me pull you out my dear friend.
I can hold you this time.

Allison McNary

Fair game was never intended.
She wanted to be fierce and independent.
She wanted you to beg for her, question everything.
For you were once in her shoes,
Making women fall in love and question their own insecurities.

Now she who learned from the best, takes steps.
Watch out, she wants to break hearts.
Allison McNary

Maybe she knew leaving you, wouldn’t be the right thing to do.
Maybe she knew loving you wouldn’t be the right thing either.
Allison McNary

Her garden won people over.
They talked about the work she put into it.
How they never saw her emotions.

They never stopped to ask about her past.
About what made her this way.

She had to have seen something in her earlier days.

She kept that dark secret and grew it into a beautiful garden.

The garden helped her grow out of her dark state of mind. Her garden reminded her of the beauty that rises.

Her garden blossomed like her mind.
And when the cold weather began to travel in, she grinned in delight.

She couldn’t wait to see the roots, where it all began.

Allison McNary

You’re wrong,
I’ve always been a sunflower.
Allison McNary