There is hope
In flowers
Unfurling
Soft petals
Even now
Tag: Flowers
Needled
I scratched you deep into my skin,
Felt the blood as I soaked you in,
From the memories I hold within
You’re leaking out; the mirror stings.
Little white lies
Little white lies
Petals
Fall
From flowers of truth
In skeletal crescendo
Swept into piles
Under the rug
Decay
From remains
Pieced together
A white elephant
Is born
Where we never stood
Do you still recall that day?
Before you once again depart,
So many words I long to say.
Were it to be another way,
Beneath these blossoms’ gentle hues
Your hand would be in mine to stay.
A boiling sky of storms betrays
The raging torment of my heart,
As I stand here and quietly pray.
Ghost
Within the dark the slender stalk grows thin,
Hid from the tender light she cannot thrive,
And stifled by the walls, now caving in,
She longs to feel more than barely alive.
Her tissue-paper countenance so wan
Where once a strength engorged now pallid veins,
Laments shadowed existence since she sprang
To flowering thus cursed in ancient days.
A glimmering of light renews her sap
And quickens in her breast a rushing bloom,
Yet gathered in to kindly hearted lap,
Familiar ground now free, she fears her doom.
Roots soaking comfort now, in warmth of sun;
For keener eyes see more than weeds in some.
AGW 25th January 2017
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