Watering the wallflower garden ( of Eden )

In the air 
a melody of sadness 
sung by those that find 
warmth & comfort 
feeding on 
the hand full of knuckles 
something only one 
who has tasted starvation 
can understand 
that the whispers 
& shadows of attention 
is better than the 
bitter chill of rejection 
remember 
you are more 
than the picture 
people paint 
for they cannot see 
your soul