outcomes

If flowers bloomed from my anxiety

I’d have acres of racy, red roses

Yards of vibrant violets

I could swim through fields of lavender

And I could breathe in yellow tulips

But unfortunately I can never grow beauty

Just drown in my own fear

Sometimes I imagine those waves are of petals

If life could thrive off my sadness

I’d save the creatures poached by human error

I could let the forests grow and watch fill with inhabitants

From tears to butterflies

And the oceans could fill with coral

And it’s squatters

But nothing thrives from it, not even me

If love blossomed from my insecurities

Our national anthem would be wedding bells

There would be no more shootings in streets or schools

Every child would have a home

No longer beaten or abused

Neglected and used

But I can’t even love myself

Let alone cause the world to fall in infatuation

Reviews

[wordman]

if only it did,you would be famous

[J. A. Perkins]

Very well described. I can feel the longing. As a sufferer of anxiety, I can relate to the worldview and, for the sake of the world, I hope more people read this.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

A poetic interpretation of frustration felt when circumstances are not in our control. However, destiny plays a great part in our individuality and our outcome(s). Your write makes the reader question world values and importance; well done for that ... and ... never give up on hope, for it has a way of surprising us at the most unexpected time ... bless :-)

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful lines, poignant, with vivid imagery.Your first stanza exceptionally good. You took me there. It can be hard learning to love yourself. Until you do, loving others can be difficult. Keep writing young lady.

Chris