When I breached the overgrowth,
Similar to how a willow bends to the
Seasons' will, my limbs would rust over.
When I was a wildflower,
I'd paint the leaves of the woodland
Amber, bronze, and gold like the sun.
When I had eyes to listen,
I'd remedy the ocean and reflect
Brazen emeralds so fickle and brash
They would leave a candle to smolder.
When I sang a short note,
I'd tend weary bones and worry
Over brittle crumbs of rubies as if
They were the equivalent of bruised
And shattered hearts left to waste.
When I tasted rainwater,
My nose would crinkle as my
Glasses reaped the mist of the
Air I breathed in so quietly deep,
Coming to a standstill in autumn
Like winter flakes in a sandstorm.
When I fell to my own desires,
Fear took hold of my cautious mind
And turned the clocks, bent the tables
Until my lungs gave in and my thoughts
Withered out like a frayed tripwire hook.
When I welcomed my fear,
They carved a home into my soul
And became a part of it, my smile
Two-tongued as they dug a grave in me.
When I was a wildflower,
My stomach caved like the wind
In spring, my garnet hair left tousled,
When I recoiled into the summer heat,
My feet remained planted into the earth
And water akin to a new leaf, barren still.