Flowers

rebirth of a man

a newly discovered unpleasant past

anxiety of what tomorrow holds

all collide every moment of every hour

 

how could I have been so blind

neglecting my flowers with my every word

for so long in utter ignorance

 

now they have wilted away

 

forgiveness was perpetually taken advantage of

now forgiveness has been forsaken

 

my power stripped away

I have nowhere to hide

my soul has been set free

 

I dream of the return of my flowers

Author's Note

life comes at your hard somtimes