Strange Roots

I sprung from fertile soil like a garden blossoming into a mosaic kaleidoscope of vibrant colors |that I no longer have the ability to see| but I still feel the ghostly rose petals haunting my skin ~Heart hardened by the cold harsh bite of the wind~ my bones rattle as they echo as If they were fabricated from tattered tin *Kissing me softly like morning dew on a Tulip only to wake in the silhouette of my snowglobe dream* -That now seems all too strange to me I simmer as my blood starts to boil- Why am I so strange to me Unfamiliarity in familiar features Ghostly silhouettes of my parent's features Here I lay writing as my all deserved place As an abolished creature Here I lay biting my own flesh just to bleed out a trace Letting the emotion trickle down my clammy skin as I submerge myself in the depth of Winter's icy cool touch A cold thick glass window in the New Hampshire downpour fading into the grey skies A distant memory blanketed in a monochrome gradients of nostalgia These scars are the only thing that stays in this place A gradient scale of grey An alien feel of being far away I long to be redeemed from the ultimate rejection As I sit here and I compartmentalize my feelings section by section I'll dissipate into the wind and search for answers in any direction Anything to avoid the place I came from I see traces of in my reflection