little blue flowers

breathe in

you are all the colors.

it's a sad thing to know what's brimming within our bones
and not be able to see the magic.

stardust gathers beneath your eyelids
just open them
i know it's a frightening thing to be
to exist
to spread the wings your mother gave you
but the rest of us have stayed to watch the show unfold
our voices arcing above the others
trampling into the stadium's belly
until your head turns to witness
our roses fluttering towards your hands.

walk the higher tightrope
battle the scarier monster
i'll hold your hand if you need me to
but don't ask for it
the crowds grow larger with age
their faces less familiar, less warm
as they urge you on with neon signs and drinks crafted from Hades' own trough
but i am still here
chin up darling
don't look down into the pit of snakes
don't fight the fear of being
of existing
move those powerful wings your mother gave you
stardust glittering
and tiptoe the line between this world and the next
crossing it is up to you.

you are all the colors.