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