Refusing
(photo @spasmicallyperfect)
Beautiful stories told
Set in wondrous landscapes
Where hair shines golden
And the grass is green and soft
The sound of bees
And smell of countless flower heads,
Oh how I wish I could find that place
Within myself again.
I know it’s there,
And as I stumble through time
Pathetically clinging
To all that isn’t mine to hold
Deceiving myself into believing
That this night will end by itself
While I get high on emotions
I no longer can trigger myself.
Hidden away on a quiet street
Behind closed blinds
The sun still finds me and refuses
To entertain my darkness,
For the garden within me
Needs the light
to be able to grow and bloom
and be ready, for the moment I arrive.
