Efflorescence

Momma says I've got a poet's heartache that I dally among the gardens of malady where briery thorns nip at their own flimsy petals and all the virile plants want to heal me, but I'm saving myself for some wild haired rose who's only going to tear my flowering heart........................apart Daddy says I'm a rare bloom with tender palms and a golden stem, in poetry I search for words to bury my core within, a tough little root who beholds a mystical pen that drips love for a man she believes exists somewhere between the lines of her own making But my loves, I'm just a lonely pot trying to fill blank space with a poetic soil so these veins will grow into a substantial blossom worth savoring by thou gardeners who give sun to thy soul and a pause in time worth reflecting off the ground of God's jaw dropping scenery