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.
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