Carnation

The other day you offered me a red carnation,

that bloomed in rays of light and soothed my imagination.

You picked it up near a myrtle tree,

Why did you..? It was so pure, so wild and free…

Expanding what you did back then

upon myself, beyond my ken,

it started feeling so inane

to witness and endure carnation’s pain.

I felt the ripples in my skin

made by tears slowly dripping in,

tainting darkness though my veins

until only night remains.

And as the night had filled my roots

with happiness and old pursuits,

I deepened them into the mound,

that started growing in the ground.

The roots cracked open at the dawn.

My stalk awaking from its yawn

began to lift its bud up to the sky,

beyond the gestures and the lie.

Although it quivered throughout the years, deep in my roots,

I kept the light and secrets of creation

Now flowing in unfleshed fruits

Of ray in carnation.

Then I Relive

Relove,

Reloved,

Relieved.

Epilogue

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It’s not about the types of flowers,

Trying to bloom in seeds of “ours”

Blinded in a world of make believe,

Strayed in a garden they perceive.

For any of their seeds to sprout

They firstly have to delve in doubt.

A ray of light then they’ll take in,

transform it into who they’ve truly been.