whisper

 
within the silent sacred solemn I hesitate
with doubts blooming like wildflowers
I create my dreams out of nothingness

beautiful to behold but impossible to keep
my flowering epiphanies follow no path
instead they push through my emotional barriers

appearing happy inside my gloom
on sad days they are a reminder of my happiness
that they persist in being through my heaviness of being

thick with the due of my unbecoming
they thrive in the darkness of my soul's deepest regrets
on my happy days I sing over them
scribing on their petals what it is to live as human

they sway gently daughters of my joy
I encourage their spirits to flourish in times of peril
nothing troubles them not even my sorrows

it enriches their colors
a great variety according to my colorful moods
in my sanctuary of pain
they whisper to me quietly

when my dear did you forget you're a flower
with the ability to bloom so beautifully