The first thing to catch
my eye, was your pastel fragility,
The sight of fearful little
petals bracing up
for a withering destiny.
You swayed along to a rhythmic quake,
as memories cracked and crumbled,
but as they caved in,
you spread them out,
to make new paths from rubble.
Fearful little petals,
dipping pink toes in dark puddles,
bidding tearful little songs to flow
through veins of sorrowed struggle,
your bloom infuses calming rivers
to pulse with all your beauty.