The flowers within have faded.
But their strength has not failed.
The rain has beat against my breast.
While the suns heat upon me impaled.
Lonely and afraid I felt transfixed.
When the hour arose to such a time.
With these horrors lying within my past.
This mountain seemed fortuitous instead of by design.
I fixed my gaze on a shadowy figure.
And scrambled to assess his name.
But with love striking chords within.
I reasoned that this would only bring me shame.
With little strength I tried to rise.
To meet love with a kiss.
But my heart collapsed back within.
Falling, I tumbled, back into the abyss.
My tired hands broke and bled.
A body fragmented; a mind now torn.
“How can I climb out of this pit,
With a soul that is so well worn?”
With brazen thoughts embossed in their place.
The moons echo fell upon my heart.
An ascent from within this crevasse.
Would never begin without a start.
So as a daisy stretches out.
Towards the light it so desperately requires.
My hands reached out to take hold.
To rise up and extinguish fires.
Though the embers burned deep within.
I could not grace their hold.
To forgive, to love, to mend.
These treasures are rarely foretold.
One more hand in the cleft.
As I pulled myself out of this chasm.
A figure stood just above.
My heart filled with enthusiasm.
I pulled hard and from deep within.
To scamper the modicum of this mile.
To behold forever’s gentle touch,
Is to gaze at heavens smile.
Nearly there to the top now.
My body’s strength is nearly depleted.
A smile from above, a gentle voice.
My heart beats of hope now completed.
Hand in hand to heal the rest.
The memories that befell an abyss.
The flower that faded within.
Left troubled petals sorely remised.