a field full of flowers
i chose the loveliest one
or did the flower choose me?

once plucked from soil
roots exposed
picked, then planted gently

favorite part
chaotic part
painful part

it came to an end so suddenly
sadness rained down onto me
dark grey clouds form above
as i waited for thunder to come

we met when we were broken down
we tripped and fell and broke our crowns

sent where all the misfits land
all we wanted was a helping hand

faith lost its luster
it’s often misused
i forget where i placed it
after all the abuse

i had a point
but i think i forgot
who it was for
so i took a step back

protected and nurtured
with love and support
the girl growing up
in a world of adventure and sport

layers of shame
built upon guilt
peeling them back
the only way to rebuild

magic fell once
down to the ground
she picked it up quickly
with no one around

the skin i’m in
looks like mine
a hundred scars carved over time

sometimes uncovered
washed with shame
trapped in chains of guilt restraints