Petals

Love
Fear
I step inside the yellow tracks with red roses
Only be shot down with bruises,
Until I saw,
They were more like stained teeth than blossoms.

Clarity swirling,
Hopping in and out of merry go rounds
To find perspective,
Ever searching for a fuller picture
While it fades in my hands like a photograph.

Yet smiles and joy and glee ensues
The ever loving sadness.
Meeting so many of these Petals, one day to be closed

Thoughts
Breathing as a Flower,
Simply happy to have ever opened.


-Ben

If you liked this poem then I’d recommend checking this post too! Much love. x

Photography by jano gepiga

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