wilting

symbols
haunting me
no one else can see
fighting within this self-imposed
lunacy
to prove...all of me...is not lost

---sticking my tongue out
like a stupid, spoiled child---

behind all this madness
those who have sat back
turned a deaf ear on
the sound of the most beautifully, strong
flower
.............wilting
getting so buried
under piles n piles
of careless rubble

dig this light OUT
SAY the words...or
set the broken free
is it still ME?
that pushes n pulls
back from the depths
catching your breath

the answer is...silence
...and so she crawls back under
hiding beneath
tainted, weeping petals
safe...for here and for now

Stumble It!