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Desperate kisses cling to good
But what's left is less than me
'I don't love you's' fill the wood
And creep through the trees

The woods can see me clearly
Through shade and flowy moss
As I look into those black glass eyes
Realizing our love is now just loss

Grief strikes slowly
and then faster as tears fall
We really can't have everything
Or anything at all

Pain strikes the heart of me
And everybody sees
We can walk endlessly together
But I can't hide in loveless trees
Sit with me
Let my mind wonder to a place
Where you smile and take my hand
And while the world rushes around us
Get lost in me
Fall in love with the 'some days'
And the breath-taking 'maybe's' to come
Where the earth doesn't dare crumble beneath our feet and swallow us to our necks
But instead, we remain above ground,
unburdened by pressure on our chests
Saying a prayer that doesn't reach amen, but goes on in praise for the peace we've craved
And finally found together
When she opened her eyes,
She breathed deeply, her first breathe of new life
The sun was different;
Light touching her shoulders and weighing her down
So she doesn't drift away somewhere...
Fly again; she could soar so easy

Not this time...
This time, her feet are bare and buried in dirt,
She's planting herself
In sobriety
It hurts like hell to grow roots when your soils rocky
And she's standing on top of ***** boulders

With each day, her roots go deeper, around the giant rocks, through the smallest cracks,
She's sprouting,
She's alive,
And when she breaks through and the sun hits her this time..

The light's not heavy...
She wants to grow,
And as she reaches higher,
Her roots wrap around her boulders...
And they don't stop
Until you wouldn't even know her foundation is rocks
All you know is she's strong,
She's worth it to the sun,
And the soil, and the rain

The thing about flowers...
Is we belong with pain
To be beauty from sickness
Sends off seeds of hope into the wind
For those who aren't strong enough,
To know where to begin

With a little water, sunshine... and time
This sprout,
will be a sunflower
In a field of daisies that don't matter,
Sunflower, follow the sun
She sits in silence as they stare
Pity fills the space between her and them as she listens
And hears
Their minds wonder what she's capable of
They see disability while she is trapped inside a disconnected body
That won't bend to her will
But she's smart
She hears all
She knows the innermost secrets that cross their minds
As they sit obliviously judging her
Though they know nothing of the magic within her
She won't show them
She dare not let them in
For the fear of what they might think
If they knew just how much she knows of who they truly are
So she hides in her prison of a body
Waiting for the day someone looks into her eyes and sees her beyond what she can say or do
And it's safe to be herself and live in her truth
Hoping one day they can hear her too
Wrote this after listening to the telepathy tapes. Inspired by my nonverbal daughter who holds magic within her.

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