“The pain will fade”
The wind whispered
“It’s not yet the end”
Breathe in the warm scent
Of sunlight between leaves
Lost in the gardens
Of my spiraling mind
Wade through the ponds
And see the fish
Smiling from the depths
Painting reeds
On your ankles
Climb the towering
Wisteria tree the centerpiece
Each petal a thought
Climb to the clouds
And emerge from the fountain
Dripping with blood
Birds fly from the labyrinth
and lick the flesh
From your bones
Now free to sit
Or wander the endless
Crumbling walls
Consumed by Ivy
To look for the path out
Of which does not exist anymore