She fell too fast
For him to catch her.
On impact
She shattered,
And his fingers bled
As he tried to pick up the pieces.

As a blooming flower in the garden I'm always plucked,
Used too many times for an indecisive man
To find his way,
Ripping out my petals, singing
"I love her, I love her not."
But as a wildflower, slurping up the raindrops and growing towards the sunshine,
You might be surprised what wishes come true
Now that I've taken root.

When it pours, take my hand
and I'll help you find the music to dance to amongst the raindrops -
If you listen closely, my heart beats to the same rhythm as the lost notes from your favorite childhood song.
When it's dark, follow my flashlight -
I'll lead you into my fort of blankets
And keep you warm through the night.

I've got diamonds in my spine
That help me stand tall and sparkle
But I hide from the sun
So no one sees me clearly.

My heart pounds like a rhythmic explosion in my ears,
And it sets my body on a course, rocking me -
not to sleep like grandma,
But shaking me awake like there's an emergency I cant see.
This isnt music,
It's a battle cry.

I check beneath my fingernails
As if I might find a new place to hide,
And pull the blanket up past my eyes
So I can pretend I dont see the shitstorm coming.
The wind picks up
And for once I dont go to run in the rain,
Instead I roll under my bed,
At peace with the darkness swallowing  me.

My friends are made of cement,
Hard as statues,
never bending to the winds of change
No matter how wild the storms rage.
Somehow they chose me
To join their monument,
Although my corners crumble
And my creases are no longer defined-
I'm not as sturdy as I should be.
How do you ask a statue if you may lean on it?