PETALS TO THE SKY

skull-heads

 

Smoke fills my lungs,

I stand strong.

Petals to the sky,

I fulfill my destiny.

Tears burn holes

never to be filled.

Demons in my soul

leave scars never repaired.

Each sigh forces a step back.

Each storm bends my stem a bit more.

I persevere through the rain,

the sleet,

the snow.

I yield to the sun and the moon.

I take what is given.

I replace when I’m able.

Though dry are my leaves,

I lift them to the sky.

Though parched are my lips,

I face the sun.

Smoke burns my eyes,

but I see clear.

I bow my head.