Those Things You Call A Poem

I

I do not think of myself as shattered glass
Broken and unable to be truly whole again
I am not that fragile
Nor am I that simple

I am a desert
And you are the lost traveler
Trapped and about to die

I do not think of myself as ice
Cold and frigid
I am not that cliché
Nor am I that simple

I am an arctic tundra
Desolate and biting-sharp
Unable to sustain life within

I do not think of myself as poison
Tainted and deadly
I am not that merciful
Nor am I that simple

I am Nuclear
Toxic and destructive
Cities destroyed with my uncontrollable nature

I am everything that will take the life from you
I will burn your roses
I will rot your chocolates
I will rip your heart out and cease it's beating

I am not your angel, your princess, your sweet
I am your damnation
I am the hopelessness that will consume you

I am a sunflower

But I am a sunflower

As much as I bleed darkness I thirst for the light of the sun

Of it's warmth

I want to be where the sun shines

I want to face where it rises in the east until it sets on the west

I want to bask in it

I want to glow and mimic it

I want to bloom for it

But my hands are painted red from the bloodshed inside me

My path full of thorns, broken glass and broken dreams

I am withered, crying  and dying in the dark

So I hid from it,

Even though I longed for it,

But the sun,

The sun peeled back the darkness

and held my tainted hands

It did not dry my tears

It's warmth just hugged me

As I screamed my despair

As I broke

and broke

and broke

The sun told me " I am here"

And he was

He was there

Where I thrashed

And howled

And cursed myself for my mistakes

He was there

Until I stopped crying

Until I found the courage to stand

Until I grasped his hand

And asked him to guide

I am a sun flower

An image of the sun

One day I'll be a star

A little sun

Sharing the skies with my Father

Sharing my light like my Father

One day, one day

This little sun flower

Dreams, works, hopes

Is faithful