untamed becoming

The ache is finally numb, a low hum beneath the skin, silence where feeling used to scream. Do I echo, a ghost in my own life? A forgotten note in a symphony of shoulds. Autumn leaves surrender, crimson and gold dissolving into brittle earth, a mirror to my own fading. A slow bleed, a cruel unraveling, a wish for obliteration that claws at my throat. Lighter for them, surely, a burden lifted, a weed uprooted from their manicured garden. Cursed soil, unfit for this pristine world, crushed under expectations, a dissonance in their perfect harmony. But deep down, a seed stirs, a whisper of what could be. A yearning to break free. To rise, unburdened, bathed in an aura of strength, unyielding, unbreakable. To grow, untamed.