Bedlam

We filled satin roses with birdseed not wanting to harm the birds I could have used my own flower pouch little balls inside to keep me strong Every misfire began as a bloom dreams and desires whisked their blossoms and fueled them with breath and heartbeats intentions were laden with benefit But I grew peonies entwined with weed my energies spilled into twists and pulls careful not to unearth my own root too distracted to avoid storms Now I feel and watch as rains fall with no sun in my eyes, irony is clarity but my heart aches for petals broken by bedlam and gone in its wind.