Friday, February 5, 2016

Bloom Again

There's a hole in her heart
And she's trying to hide it
But all the bars she sets in stone
Won't make it stop growing

Sunrises and sunsets
Cold air and wind
Life like a flower
She sees her life reflected
In the frosted window

She wished she hadn't constructed
These rock-hard walls
But her file's too small
To saw through the bars

She's dreaming
Of the life she used to love
The life that floated away
Down the river...

But time will bring life back
To her
If she waits for awhile
Flowers dead will start to bloom again


  1. This made me sad then made me happy again. Some of your other poems did that to me, too, and I love it when they do.

    1. :D As a writer, I want my writing is able to do that. I'm glad it made you happy again! :)