i once used to be
like an empty bottle,
washed ashore
from the bottom
and from the storms
i went through;
that i endured.

i was filled with
the filth
that i had dragged
from the bottom;
and underneath
all the mud
laid my heart, myself.

i laid among,
fragmented ships
and empty bottles
and broken glass
and forgotten memories;
as i laid
in the water too.

wondering
if i was meant
to stay here
among the forgotten
and shattered;
when i felt
i was meant for more.

i felt that,
somewhere deep
inside me,
that beneath
all the chaos;
that there was
still a flower blooming.