Poem: Rose Colored Glasses
I dream that I’m bathing in a field
Decorated with flowers.
Who wear rose-colored glasses
Who weave their scents into my hair
As shy petals gather to welcome a newborn
I lay in the same place
Where the burned left their ashes
Where a sacrifice took place
To provide nourishment for new life
The flowers are stuck deep
In the soil. Paralyzed
Cursed by their roots
never learning beauty beyond the sun
Perhaps they’re better off that way
Not being mocked by fate
Unbothered by the anticipation of
their doomed ending
I long to be rooted with the flowers
My dream was no escape
for a bulletproof glass pane
keeps mind and space
from bickering throughout the day
Repeatedly pulling me out of
the steep crater in mars
I always tend to stumble in
Time frittered away
My thoughts became demanding
Break the glass
The words echoed in my head
Only coming in
screams of orange and red
I try not to stomp on words
Already withered
By the mouths of others
But the sounds were Infuriating
Its Bulletproof I yelled
But my mouth
Only spoke in whispers
My dads tool kit
Lay open on the table
The smell of cracking dirt
And rusting wrenches
Reminded me of the park
Where flowers surrendered
To my feet
I excuse myself of the guilt
Telling myself
Flowers are forgiving
I broke the glass
I couldn't help it
For too long
I was handed blatant truths
In the form of naive butterflies
Trapped in netted cages
Perfect the world thinks
Another infomercial
Confirming my actions
Are merely of human nature
I crawled through the open space
Separating hope and suburban ruin
Motherly trees provide protection
To the colony flowers
Through a warm embrace.
I watched in envy
The flower adjacent to me
Read my expression like a book
I was perceived pure and raw
like an egg carrying the innocent
No longer were my words
Scrambled and fried
Spared like leftover dinner
on a sunday afternoon
Finally I was handed
Rose colored glasses
I put them on and
Entered metamorphosis
It felt like Math expressions
Simplifying
Now I’m with the flowers
In a place
Where the sky never sheds a tear
Where the clouds make way for the sun
Whose smile never dims