In the waiting is where I find myself
hurting the pain of arthritis
attacking my joints at an age way too
young for brittle bones to be aching as I try
to burn all that is baked into my existence
I do not want to hold your hand I think I am
strong enough to walk alone but then I
remember the place which I exist nowhere
in between nothing waiting for forever
to catch me walking towards infinity in the
waiting I can not see the end I can see
where I began and now I am stuck no way
to move beyond the roses stuck into my sides
I always wondered why my mom planted the rose
bushes so close to my bedside so I wait with blood
stained hands covering my wounds the rose bushes
digging deeper with every day that goes by I am
bleeding more my body translucent but the
clarity is clouded by the blood in the moments where
I can not see the end but only the future I never had.
Cassidy finds herself deeply concerned with the human experience and wishes to communicate her own lived experiences in a way that helps her audience feel less alone inside their souls. Cassidy craves to influence and impact the lives of those who are fighting the battles she continues to face each day, for she never was afforded the chance to find community inside her sufferings.
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