​Poetry On Odyssey: Flowers

Tears fall from my eyes

as the raindrops pelt against the window,

feeling as though my body is buried under six feet of snow,

yet, I know that I am just curled up on the couch.

Little did I know

that right out my window the snow has begun to melt,

and as the flowers begin to bloom

a spark is beginning to ignite in my own soul.

I talk too much

but then again I don't talk enough,

there's nothing in this world that will ever make you happy

and I wished I knew that

before I ever followed you to the other side,

but now as the flowers bloom

I begin to take on a new form,

one which you will never notice

because I will become a spirit that haunts your memory.

There was once a time where I thought to myself,

"How will I ever find love again?"

But now I know that I am done crying over you,

done with how I used to feel about myself,

curled up with tightness in my chest,

listening to the only song pelting against my own window.

How do I love again?

How do I trust again?

I follow the flowers that are blooming from the snow,

become anew,

become a new version of what I used to be,

and let that spark ignite a fire inside of me,

so I can take on what lies ahead of me.