Hidden from the sunlight, buried in the mud, you are a lotus waiting to bloom.
My heart aches for you. For the internal struggles you are fighting; the demons that are rising and the dragons that aren't being slayed in your mind. Your past is haunting you now more than ever and my heart aches for you. It aches for those times I stood by your side, willing to go to Hell and back; willing to be that princess in shining armour with her sword drawn.