Recovery by Yinka, Imperfections.

With my

old soul,

restless heart,

torn flesh,

broken heart,

fresh wound and

broken ducts.

I patiently set my flytrap

to consume my grief

And cry the rain

to drown my sorrows.

And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight and closed in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to bloom.

This is the element of freedom

Alicia Keys.