i set the mimosa trees on fire today
but i had a moment's doubt
while i stood
flickering match in hand
i wondered
if they could be salvaged
if they could ever bloom again
but i remembered
that behind the beauty
was a toxicity
so
i lit them all ablaze
and stood there despite my tears
until the embers
became akin
to the afterglow
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
