In the waiting room's fog, three years I dwell, A daffodil hushed, in silence's spell. ADHD whirl, borderline storm, Unseen doctors bar, my heart's form torn. Medication promised, therapy delayed, Life slips like sand, in sleep's shade laid. Anniversaries bloom with thorned pain, Twelve years shattered, aunt's birthday rain. Ten since London's streets claimed my ghost, Valentine's hush, alone I host most. Sunday's despair, 'selfish' they cry, But I am the bloom that refuses to die. In Planet Hope's garden, I rise from the hush, Three times silenced, yet blooming lush. Sister Saga dances, Devil's Daughter sings, From wreckage to crown, on mercy's wings.