Breathing

Not in blossom, but not dwelling in sorrow anymore..
Not flowering, not improving, not evolving,
but I'm not withering
not perishing..
I'm breathing again.
I became alive the moment I thought my heart
was stationed in its darkest place.
I became alive once not hope but conviction
chose to engulf my exhausted mind.

I'm now convinced,
I now know..
My worth is a thousand times
heavier than my thoughts
and a million times heavier than yours.

I can be scratched
I cannot be broken..
I may be weak at times,
but I'm not fragile.
This is why
I can breathe again,
and you may suffocate
any time soon.