A Poem
Lily of the valley
A changing season has swept the meadow’s surface
The cold white has melted; the lingering patches vanish under the warming beams of the sun
Every day new life sprouts, blooms, and unravels itself
Providing nourishment to the woodland creatures roaming by
To the untrained eye, one stands out amongst the rest
With its white bell flowers and seductive red berries
Salvation, perfection, and poison wrapped all in one
Triumphant are the few, who mistake this flower for food
Forager beware, Lily of the Valley, does not play fair
A journey in self-love
A cold spring dawned upon me, and I was thrown into an abrupt transition back to reality. A brick wall was all I had to break my fall.
I used the shattered pieces to re-build parts of myself I didn’t realize were broken or needed fixing.
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