They should have told you,
Unfolding is a battle.
You are not like a rose,
Petals gracefully unfurling.
A symphony of geometry.
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There was a light at the end of the tunnel that you failed to see.
The colors and smells of this world wouldn't let it be.
The flower bloomed sweet, but the taste was sour.
Each new branch, extended, devoured.
The thorns piece the fingers, the sap stung the hands.
The only diamonds I will wear are your crystal rays caressing my bare skin.
Rubies will be the petals that open with the first dew and close with the cicadas.
Emeralds hanging off the palm trees, sparkling on the lone peony that sits on my bedroom window.
Sometimes the past screams louder than the present.
Moving back and forth,
Carrying all you bags in the current.
This is not a shipwreck.
The wood, metal, and anchors don’t pull you down.
They are the markers in the corners of your heart.
I answer the call of many tomorrows,
Through the shadows of all the yesterdays.
The sound of your crashing waves echoes,
In the seashell, the empty room, the crowded restaurant.
This is not deja vu, we make a new beginning with each new serenade.