The Flowers Bloom Here

My Mother

You and the sunshine with golden brilliance,
The way lime green grass glistens on a midsummers night.
Getting caught in my fake reality,
My face collides with the dirt.
This time,
falling down and reverting back ten steps from where I was,
Didn't hurt.
It felt more like those comforting words pouring from your lips.
Words that seemed to fit in quiet and austere places.
Fit in places where I have become soft.
But my heart has become too decayed for the pavement where it dropped.
It sounds like a book has been hurled upon the table,
1000 times louder than you actually thought.
Thunder rolling from your fingertips as you explain to me,
That failure is only optional, in the mine of the perceived.
I can learn from this mistake,
I can learn from all this tragedy.
I can learn from a mothers honesty,
That knowledge is not all it is cracked out to be.