I grew wings and I grew thorns. 
My mouth became a fountain and a gun. 
As I grew in love, I understood detest. 
As I expanded in light. I dived deeper into darkness. 
Everything is growing parallel, 
And I know it all too true, 
That with experience comes scars. 
With knowledge. Trauma.

Once you know you cannot unknow.

But yet. 
I still reach out. 
Stretch higher. 
Fly above. To see beneath. 
Because. 
What good is my life if I do not feel the motions? 
What good is love it if does not meet me. 
Fully. Wholly.
With all it has to offer.