All my life I found it hard to properly express myself

my lips are locked, and I seem to have misplaced the key

My mind, a spiraling whirlpool of thoughts unseen  

My body, a garden

Flowers growing inside my lungs 

divine fragrance lingering in each and every one of my breaths

Their vines wraping around every last bone

fire engulfs my irises

contained within this fire is a story

a story of a girl

A girl so prone to anxiety and naïveté

I will take negativity and let it inspire me 

I could paint galaxies with the stars in my heart

I can configure constellations with my fingertips

Oh, the endless possiblities 

Oliver Wendell Holmes said,

‘Alas for those that never sing,

But die with all their music in them.’

I will sing louder than anyone could have ever dreamed