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