Titles are Overrated

Part 106

You don't know

what to think anymore,

do you?

With your tired eyes

and burdened mind,

all you see

are the gray clouds

covering the silver lining

of everything.

There's a storm brewing

in the back of your head,

wild and reckless.

Piles of dead leaves

are tossed in the wind,

a fiery explosion

of all that 

wasn't meant to be. 

But you,

my darling,

are the closed flower

in the cold night.

Your roots are

ever so strong,

and your petals

are so beautiful.

All you did

was protect yourself

from the dark,

and if you open back up

you will be

in the sun 

once again. 

pushing up daisies