Vines of bittersweet reality
used to climb up and through the core of me
leaving the tingling taste
of toxic expectations laced
with complications
and degradations.
But my true voice, caught
in a cutting cage of root and rot
could no longer be confined.
each questioning lead to remind
That the power I am capable
of comanding is inescapable.
A single breath revitalizaed
a strength that could no longer be comprimised.
Finding out
Flaring up
Fighting back
Calling out
Climbing out
Coming out
By my own strength set free,
he has no power over me
- Jeanette Andromeda
1/20/2022
Horror Made 