I sigh
Another day painstakingly crawls by
Crawls,
As does the ivy circling my neck
Restricting my breath,
But I couldn’t care less
Chartreuse vines, enveloped by raw, grim leaves
My words are no longer mine,
But the thieves
Knowing of my impending doom
The poet’s worst fear comes true,
No voice, no words, no pen nor quill
Nothing to live for,
Stripped has been my will
I scream
Raging embers arise amongst the leaves
My trembling jaw, shaking tongue and quivering lips
Eager claws and curled fingertips,
At the ivy they rip
The fiery yet gentle glow of flame
Disintegrating the captive plant as soon as it came
The embers of the past settle upon frigid ash
And no longer should I thrash
I sigh
Relief floods my being, knowing the vines have died
A catalyst to the ethereal lilacs that are now by my side
Flourishing purple buds rest pleasantly upon my face
Lavender tinged petals carry honey laced words,
Close enough to taste
The dance of petals surrounding brings wind,
Of my newfound happiness and strength I found within
Once ivy thrived all around me
Now, petals of a fresh start reside in my heart
This is the story of me taking back something that was rightfully mine-- my confidence and love for myself. Also remember that you are worth it, you are strong.
