THE TASTE OF FRUITLOOPS ON MY TONGUE
Close my eyes
and I see your face,
your love giving me the push I need
to allow my existence permission
to continue.
Angry am I at the torture I endure
right under everyone's noses,
yet out of their sight.
Then I hear your voice
and even across such distance,
there is none.
Like a sigh of relief,
you pour out love
and I try to fight against it,
against you.
But you put out the flame
and it only smolders there for now.
Then the smoke clears and I see blue
and the sun fights through.
Fields of wildflowers call my name,
in the wind.
I walk away from the ashes
and pick flowers in the sun.
But I don't pick off their petals
because I already know I'm loved.
The wind plays with me
and I laugh at how
dandelion seeds
are blown away
and they take me away
with them.
Peace for now.
Far off in the distance,
there are storm clouds.
But I want to live in Now.
I am loved.
I take that and run with it
through tall grasses
with wildflowers in my hand
and butterflies dancing in the
sunny blue.
Wind, don't push me...
Lift me.