By: Nathan Rust
Flowers garnish our hearts
with pedals of delight
and leaves of subtle
regret.
Which allow us to ponder
what matters most.
We are suddenly shocked
by such a gift.
That honors our most sacred
emotion, love.
Let me purge across this
page.
All my greatest fears.
May they leave many
marks.
That resemble the body
I own, clad-in
scars.
The underside of my fingernails
are etched in sin.
The brow of my eye
is lined with sweat,
from the pain.
Leaving me scared--
crying,
angry,
unafraid--
of how I feel.
Yes, flowers bring us
back to what we once
were.
Yet, something better occurs
when we create a garden
anew.
