Better days are ahead,
shine the light and I’ll see. Darkness creeps but cant touch me
On this mountain I stand tall
looking further up to touch the stars Bursts of wind pushes me off so violently Falling down
till I can’t
breathe
anymore
The light is brighter than ever
I can see now it was meant to be. I was found by the creator
And now I am illuminating Brighter than Jupiter
And free as can be.
Flower
As young as a flower
blooming with water and sunlight. Legs as long as stems,
Thorns, short, but sharp,
Cheeks as red as a rose,
And delicate like petals.
Shades of pink,
red,
and brown
fallen on the ground Fading away.
all that is left now is a soft brown stem thornless, weak, and drained of energy Without water or sunlight.
Tossed, but replaced with a new seed.
All that is left is a White rose on the foot of the bed
Short bright green stem,
This time with sharper and longer thorns, And a head full with petals
that will hold its strength for years to come.
