Day 264 - Sunflower Fields Fading

The years grow shorter and tired now

Petals close upon memories that set with the sun

Away from the summer light life pulls you

Your own princess begins her journey

And your energy is used up helping her

As she bursts into bloom the way all children do

It is your laughing husband spinning his daughter about

When you return to your quiet sunflower fields

It is making way for life, as it surrenders its own

You are still learning from this place even today

Wrapped in a cardigan in hopes of not fading with the wind

Your precious flowers have had a long life of brightness

They with time grow less stocky and you find yourself following suit

You show your daughter how to eat the delicious seeds

And she laughs out loud, shaking them for music, growing faster every day

You slide some seeds under her pillow tonight, for sweet dreams

And under your own as you used to save pressed petals in your books

Planning to take them out to bring your field to life again, you smile

Day 240 - Inner Reflection

Calmness soars around me here

Wisps of aura can be discovered flying

In this place where I exterminate fear

Past all the hills of endless crying

I gaze into the depths of my soul

Past shadowy fields and many a rainbow

Until I find a balance that makes me whole

And my breathing becomes soft and low

A thrum builds in my quiet breast

Peace in this physical insanity

Empowering my heart and feeling blessed

Trusting the spinning of my humanity

Strung as pearls on a perfect chain

In a spiraling galaxy of my being I gave in

To the platinum grasses and the glowing plain

Whispering how to be set free and begin

The levitation of all that I possess now

Above this cozy seat I know so well

I discover my body never need again bow

It has so many secrets it is happy to tell

In vibrant shades of black at my silent request

Through echoing cold white tunnels I will traverse

All to be welcomed to a loving flowing rest

As sweet as any in this floating universe

Day 180 - Ready

Distress lies across this chair

In the form of limbs and veins

You think you might possibly care

But not enough to steal away my pains

That float in the watery eyes that are mine

But yes I am willing to say I am doing just fine

Has the world wearied of such expressions

That only open the door on more regressions

That in better days were left out on the cold porch

But have since set fire to the house with a single torch

They left me inside the building to burn until I am only ash

Each cruel word has the bite of a leather whip's infuriated lash

Here I lay letting go of it all my wrist wrapped in pink

Maybe someday they will remember or even stop to think

What happened to the boy whose eyes were always closed tight

Even when the world tried desperately to share some form of light

Their answer will have fallen to the bottom of a dusty pile of memory

For at the end of it all only I could outlive what they chose to think of me