This flower has finally learned how to bloom.

It’s been buried below
forgotten by the world who created its tomb.

Life was a ghost town
When this flower needed help to sprout from the ground.

Now that’s it time to radiate
all the bees are starting to gravitate.

Come back another day bee to collect this honey.

Right now it's not my time to love.

Guide me by the hand.
Lead me upstairs so we can begin.
I was too young to understand:
Eve encouraged Adam
to commit the original sin.

Temptation shut downs my mind so I can’t dispute.
It’s time to poison my mind with the forbidden fruit.

I was so busy building a wall to keep everyone out
that I didn’t realize I was locking myself in.
Now I’m completely trapped within myself
and the civil war for my soul begins.

I’m left alone to tear down a wall that was built to keep hundreds out.
My monsters are winning this war and I will soon perish in my doubt.

A vulture is the only thing I can see
mocking me from the boundaries of my wall.
Soon it will be his time to dine
as I think I’ll leave my body by nightfall.

Sticks and bones may break your bones
but words…
Words will chew you up, spit you out, and leave you on the bottom of the ocean’s floor.

Then they will breathe a tiny bit of hope into your lungs and drag you back to shore.
As your left gasping for air,
those words will have you begging for more.

Never underestimate the power of words.
Chaos has plagued the world started from prayers that go unheard.

I’m not afraid of evil
that makes the demons thrive.

I’m not afraid of plagues
and diseases that will deprive.

I’m not afraid of death
or what happens when we leave behind our skin.

I’m afraid of people
because we created every sin.

I don’t have trust issues,
I’m just not foolish enough to ever let anyone in.

I am not a novelist writer, I could never fill chapters of our affairs.
The only way I know how to love is intimately and destructively unaware.

This tongue was created to turn saints into sinners.
Nothing excites me like bringing out the demons within her.

Just like the seasons love to trick her every year,
when she finally begins to feel comfortable,

I disappear.