I ran from my ghosts
Mid length, mid-parted hair
Flapping in the wind
Like the deformed wings
Of a newborn crow.

I ran to many houses
I knocked on many doors
But no one let me in
For I had no love, no home.

Then I hit a wall
And had to turn around
My hair grew into real wings
And I was able to fly up and out.

Pink plastic flowers
Strung across the barren trees
Like sakura blossoms
They slowly sway

Lately, my dear
The winds have been
Surprisingly strong
And I swear that I
Would have been
Blown away
Had it not
Been for
The
I
M
M
O
R
T
A
L
Shackles of fire
Which prevent my
Escape

The past
Which I had given away to them
Claimed
That I had nothing to do with it

It left me standing on the doorsteps of my childhood
And I with the eyes of a beggar
Looked cautiously into the window for a sign of recognition
And saw another child playing
With my yesterday

Browsing through the realms of the unknown
I came upon an unknown flower
It was copper coloured
With a fragrance of the wet earth
I touched it
Gently, very gently
But alas,
It withered away

I stared at it's rotten petals for a while
And wondered why the little flower
Had blossomed when a drop of my vengeful tears
Had fallen on it
But had withered away
When touched with care.