conceding petals

"....and our walks are not always easy"

in my continued progress,
time is relentless.
opting temporarily cessation,
to extend roots
and grow a bit.
i'll be like a flower with
petals lithe, color-bright,
for another small season.
but O my soul soon writhing -
the struggle and bleating
of this one lost, wandering...
Does green grass illude?
How fast the slope entraps.
The darkness flows overhead
like a cool, fast river.
i have seen respite
yet still I will cool my feet
in those rushing waters
and end up
with a heart in quandry.
pleading for simplicity
and getting a string-pull
like a marionette
straightening up -
conceding petals will dry
and so my feet as well
and on i go.