Life In Poems

Little Lines

(TRIGGER WARNING)
That is simple, kind, sweet.
My hope for life, my dreams
Flowers bursted out of the wet earth.
I watched them everyday, everyday
I was young then

Now presents of pain fill my days
Only pain. The little lines
Once lines of marker
Lines of blood.
I shriek
I cry
Why do I want to
Die.

I was young then, I'm older now.
Once days of flowers and sun,
Now days of planning.
Each line I add is anther stepping stone.
The lines help me paint a stage
For my family to watch my play
I make the brochure
I open the doors
I get on my costume
My last performance
All the lines I could have walk
This, this is the one
That brings me to my final line
Goodbye