𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑠

4

Sadness is a flower
it blooms right from
the root of you
unfurls between your ribs,
presses against your skin
and remains
and for a while, the flower
dies, and
the relief that was so conveted is
found, for a while
but like all flowers,
it has sown its seeds,
buried its roots
waiting,
for the moment,
when it blooms again.
~ l.c.

(I love that song)