Blue and yellow irises
I wish flowers grew out my fingertips
And that's why I write poetry
So they almost do
Living not day to day
But daydream to daydream
A laugh that echoes for miles
So much so it's embarrassing
A secret sadness buried
That surfaced only at eighteen
But I'm turning weakness into wonder
Floating upward instead of sinking below
Crazy hair and freckled skin
And a soul that feels too hard
Always loud and headstrong
Feeling invisible angel wings of spirituality
Because there's always Something Greater
Hungry for loving and living and everything
I want to ride an elephant
And see these words printed in a book
And fall in love again
And if I can't make the whole world beautiful, I will make my own.