Holding On To the Ground
life can be
bruises hidden
behind lies
flowers in attics
crumble and die
small voices inside
cry for help while
flowers inside addicts
crumble and lie
meals lost to
a daily sick
world
heavy
knees too weak
what was then
what is now
what might
have been
flowers in the hectic
crumble and dry
time holds cycles
wounds leave scars
past made a purpose
limits in the stars
flowers
dropped seeds that
grow with each
expression
of self
painting or
book on a shelf
carvings of flowers
tell stories of why
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