A new door has opened. Suddenly, a glimmer of light beams brightly through the cracks of the walls. They’ve surrounded me for so long. Rotted and creaky wood beams, overgrown weeds. I became this statue covered in ivy. Waiting for the earth to send me roses. A garden exploding with gorgeous colors. I see the small stem there. The pretty green. I’m not afraid this time. The trauma I’ve endured through this is changing me for the good. It’s time to grow and move on. It’s time to embrace who I am. It’s time to put effort into being my best self.