he was a flower
powdered blue
picked every petal clean off
until he had only two
each one drifted in the wind
he was left a bare stem
hulled out
turned inside out
powdered blue picked, every one
but none picked him
until his turn came
there was a fresh bud
sprouting anew
fleurt
where did the time go?
a time where things were unscheduled
no blocked out days or dates
things just happened
and we said thanks
so much happening
cant keep track
are you free?
no, lets see when-
that wonโt work
next year im free-
can we reschedule then?
but the time has past.
i said i was better
not that i was cured..
there was improvement
not achievement
it takes its time
but it also takes its toll
my place is present
but my past is set
nothing lost
progress learned
i try my best
so that i can rest
the eye of the storm within your heart
looking out
never letting anyone look in
a mirror better reflected you here
a past faded memory
some where far away
recovering in the eye of the storm
stowed within time that would heal
who would win once it begins
ughh!!
i feel- i feel- i feel-
just..
over and over and over againโฆ
i react to big or perhaps to small..
it doesnโt matter - explosion
emotions..
ughh!!
why are you so sensitive..?
well.. why are you so senseless?
reflection, deflection..
guarded, hard to read..
a guarantee
going home
follow the path they said
taunted by glimmers of light
mirage of hope
distracted again
donโt stray from it
it leads home they said
fragments blinding
shying away again
going home they said
just listen they said
itโs easier that way
for you, not me
guided far away
the forest spirits are watching
gazing faces
unheard places
known by those who can envision
something distant
something carried on the wind
it is soft and kind
it takes time
the beauty found deep within
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Fridayโs little doodle c: