Fragile petals
I am ravaged by a grieving I cannot end
viewing reality through a languid eye
a film shot through hazy clouds
like petals so fragile amid wild brambles.
My own clutter of aches and anguish
turns into a wet rag collecting heat
off the morning fog. I let the silence linger
to soak my dreams in it as a pampered plant.
Struggling to raise my level of spiritual poverty
is an emotional release I indulge myself,
to give in to a quiet and restrained euphoria,
like dipping into a watering hole on a parched savanna.
@jjote020824
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