god under certain circumstances

the deepest introspection can come from a simple glance in the mirror

not wielding the power to lie to myself, my browns rise above the ignorant innocence my mind conceives

recalling on such past introspections, the feelings of doubt and sorrow and pain with which i battled are stirred anew

my weapons are my stars, my threads, my pride, & my stubbornness

I cannot say that I have emerged victorious from each and every battle, but the consequences of failure have given me the advantage I needed

holding this delicate flower in my arms is a bittersweet reminder of my duties and the price of failure

luckily, i'm not very good at folding