Jack Rabid

I wasn't sure about posting this one to my blog..
I have been blocked for almost 2 months.. unable or unwilling to deal with certain feelings..
I felt almost dead inside.
Then this.. just kinda came out
It's a purge of sorts.. even if I feel sad again..
better sad than what I had been feeling of late

[B]Hibiscus

[/B]My life as a Flower

What if I washed away
the dirt and stench that clung to me
I would be a flower
underneath
worn out soles of weathered boots
trod on paths tried and true
As many had before them
there
You were along the fringes
holding out
your hand slid into mine
Burrowed down within the grass
We loved
never quite conceiving
those pungent blades
though spanning high
would never be as tall
as our deceptions were

I'm Still there
you know?
As fragments
My remnants carried
like pollen floating in the breeze
To impregnate random stigma
that don't belong
to me