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.