Some of them are flowers
Some of them, a water spring
Some like the sky
And some, the pretty leaves
Some of them are beauties
Some of them, deceased.
Some of them are worse
Some have no worth
Their purpose down the drain
As well as their brain
Mental health leaving
Like a covid strain.
Some are kind
Some are fake
Some are born thinking they're a mistake
Some humans lost in the image made
For their countless issues and mistakes.
Like a mirror maze
Hitting yourself every step of the way
Only one right path lost in a confusing haze
The journey concerning
The last dot in the frame
Never to be seen by those
without mistakes made.
They believe the issues don't exist
Which is exactly why they're a hidden figure
In the mist.
No challenge to accept?
No eternal bliss.
Then there's those who understand
They go through the maze
And face the problems at hand
The people who make it far enough
To float, not crash land.
Those who stand on two feet,
Their ankles crushed and building again
Those who can stand
and be proud of their accomplishments
Not an issue faced in their trauma ridden wonderland
They've been through it all,
and they're still alive.
Time for God to reward their time.
A safe space for their kindness
and love by all.
Never to take another fall.
