Sometimes strength doesn’t mean brute force, or a show of physical ability to overcome an obstacle.
Often times it is our inner strength that can be the most powerful tool we have to get us through our challenges in life.
All the flowers in our garden are dead
You killed them
Don’t you see
You trampled them over and over again
Repeatedly
I tried to keep them alive
I spoke to them so calmly
I told them it would be ok
The sun is here
Just look up and see
But you killed them
Like the spirit of Death
A dark cloud
So violently
You didn’t even remember me
When I told you they would cut into me
Remove the pound of flesh
A small price to pay
An exorcism
You didn’t remember me
You were too consumed
With you
I was consumed with your demons
The ones that they cut out of me
I paid the price
Stitch me up
Make me whole again please
