Sometimes I find myself in bitter places
I’m in a meadow full of milky daisies
Soon I’m in a lea of scorched roses
Lea so
Broken
Insipid
Terrifying
Threatening
Eroding and
Rotten
So wretched is the depletion of life
Surrounded by beds of thirsty roses
Crying that no one loves me
Legs collapsed underneath me
Nails digging into skin
I must have caught the crazies
But dare no one tell me that I cannot
Grow my own roses and daisies
Tears fall over my cheeks
Like a fretful stream of water over boulders
They drench the lea slowly and gorgeously
The corners of my mouth form a smile
As stems abundant with petals grow beside my shoulders
Out of sadness grew a graceful recovery
Of viable, lush roses and daisies
Therefore, I do not have the crazies
I’m simply living a bittersweet life
Walking among dead and living flowers