I poisoned a flower.
Antidepressant in my heart.
I tried to share a life,
A life I cried when I took
I’m stuck, please leave
” Beneath me, I AM SO WEAK!”
But we moved on, both in shock.
“Where did my garden go!”
Flowers never grew
Through poisoned roots.
Sickness stressed anger and doubt.
And we broke, more shattered.
Shattered into a host.
Dead and alone, we flew through the night.
Blindly gliding to our safe place
I pray but only can know, I found grace.
A true joy could rise
If we both remember
How to have..
God’s sweet life.