moon flower
Specific flowers bloom in the dark before they scatter into pieces. Each petal glistens in the reflection of the moon, almost like memories that are trying to run away. Yet these moments hold onto that light as if it's the last thing they want to let go of, like the warmth of my ever-so-beating heart racing fast into a different atmosphere where I can't breathe.
When I pick up a petal, it spoke to me in words no one else can comprehend.
It asks me
Do you remember the things that were said to me?
If I’m being quite honest, I don’t even remember what I ate yesterday let alone what was said. The only thing that dwells in my soul seems to be my fire-like rage and the hurt in my heart. Two peas in a pod that seem like they can float away, like a dandelion blowing in the wind.
I was wrong again.
They dig their hooks underneath my skin, stretching and pulling me in different directions, making it hard for me to focus. Forcing me to live in this fear of showing them to others, fearing that everyone around me will eventually fall apart from my adhesive.
As I stare into the stains of my heavy dejected hands, the petal glides off and gets carried by the wind. I pick my head up to the clouds guided by the ocean-like sky. I can almost taste salty winds blowing through my hair as I fall upon the cushions of sand. Looking up knowing that the pure white clouds could never touch me yet my hand rises above, reaching for the sun, trying to grab onto something worth holding.