Its Never Too Late to Blossom
Disillusioned once again
I thought I could sleep my emotions away
Instead, I drifted into dreams deeper than tree roots
Where my body and subconscious paralleled...
Submerged in the depths of the earth
I wriggled, fighting for sunlight
In my bed, I writhed between my sheets
My spirit drowning in tears
I suffocated over and over again
Only to wake up to my distressed awareness
Perspiring, clenching my comforter
Reminded of my past and unwilling to forgive
I beseeched my heart, “give me amnesia”
Denied and forced to lie awake
My mind flooded by the residue of nightmares
Characterized by flashbacks, flashpoints, forecasts, emptiness
I had to get up
Impulsively channeling through the present
Last night’s dream repressed
As he grips my thighs and bites my neck
As artificial lights grace the hungry crowd
Ecstasy inundates the atmosphere
Natural highs relieve me
But as soon as the revelry ends
Memories somehow rupture the surface
Reminding me that I’m still in the dirt
Praying for rain and sunshine
I then forage through mazes of mirrors
Dizzy, I only find ambiguity, “where am I?”
Nauseous, “I’m sick of being lost”
Lost, “I can’t seem to find purpose”
I want to sleep again, but
After last night’s dream
I resort to alternatives...
Daydreams, uninterrupted by memories, never happens
Fantasies actualizing, is rare too
Hallucinogens, not my style
Alcohol, been there done that
Desserts…
Sweet until the mirror breaks from another zit
Bitter again, not pretty
I’m not where I want to be
I’m not who I want to be
So, I go back to sleep…
Lying awake in the middle of night
No dreams present
A thought crosses my mind
Like a shooting star traversing the sky
“I have time,” I thought.
And for many of us, it takes more time
We’re fostered in a cocoon, like a butterfly
Cradled in a womb, like a baby
Budding, like a late flower
But we’re alive, and growing
In fact, we grow all throughout our lives
So, no need for haste
Wait, late flower, you will blossom