Uncanny
Time scales
Dancing in the centre of a sandstorm
Dust filling your eyes
Words I had heard before
"I love her more than you"
Back in the abyss we go
Back in the storm...
You could have left me in the desert
Dry and alone

You are the ghost of what remains
Able to persist in soil ruined by the workings of man
Able to grow after the rage of fire
I am in awe of your ability to exist in such turmoil
Yet know that strange soils can bring rich beginnings
I may know little about your world
But recognize your strength to do what many fear

these days
i'm driving a little faster
with a little less fear

some days
i might be a bit
reckless

i realized
the other day
that
i can no longer feel
my
fire heart

most days
i don't see
anything

What do we learn from the teachings of flowers —
That one does not grow in poisoned soil.
In unfavourable conditions, we wilt.
But we can heal from the root,
When cared for and place in nourishing spaces.
We grow, sprouting new life.
The mighty stem, building stronger cells,
Your bloom becomes brighter,
Opening up to the welcoming sun.
We learn a lot from the flowers
One just need be observant of its teachings.

Not doing very well tonight
At the edge of panicky scared
Slowly. Slowly. Patience.
Courage, please. Calm.

                   Balm.