I dream that I’m bathing in a field

Decorated with flowers.

Who wear rose-colored glasses

Who weave their scents into my hair 

As shy petals gather to welcome a newborn

I lay in the same place

Where the burned left their ashes

Where a sacrifice took place

To provide nourishment for new life

The flowers are stuck deep

 In the soil. Paralyzed

Cursed by their roots

never learning beauty beyond the sun

Perhaps they’re better off that way

Not being mocked by fate

Unbothered by the anticipation of 

their doomed ending

I long to be rooted with the flowers

My dream was no escape 

for a bulletproof glass pane

keeps mind and space

from bickering throughout the day

Repeatedly pulling me out of 

the steep crater in mars

I always tend to stumble in

Time frittered away

My thoughts became demanding

Break the glass

The words echoed in my head

Only coming in

screams of orange and red

I try not to stomp on words 

Already withered

By the mouths of others

But the sounds were Infuriating

Its Bulletproof I yelled

But my mouth 

Only spoke in whispers

My dads tool kit 

Lay open on the table

The smell of cracking dirt 

And rusting wrenches

Reminded me of the park

Where flowers surrendered 

To my feet

I excuse myself of the guilt

Telling myself

Flowers are forgiving

I broke the glass

I couldn't help it

For too long

I was handed blatant truths

In the form of naive butterflies

Trapped in netted cages

Perfect the world thinks

Another infomercial

Confirming my actions 

Are merely of human nature 

I crawled through the open space

Separating hope and suburban ruin

Motherly trees provide protection

To the colony flowers

Through a warm embrace. 

I watched in envy

The flower adjacent to me

Read my expression like a book

I was perceived pure and raw 

like an egg carrying the innocent

No longer were my words 

Scrambled and fried 

Spared like leftover dinner 

on a sunday afternoon

Finally I was handed 

Rose colored glasses

I put them on and

Entered metamorphosis

It felt like Math expressions 

Simplifying

Now I’m with the flowers

In a place 

Where the sky never sheds a tear

Where the clouds make way for the sun

Whose smile never dims