Bleed Flowers

When a young heart yearns for hope, it learns that life is a battle you must win

When I am gone

I want to die in a field of wildflowers

I want their stems tangled in my brown locks

Their vibrant petals falling onto my closed eyelids

As a final, shuddering breath

Wreaks through my body

And leaves it colder than the frost

That covers the field in early winter

I want the last thing I see

To be the golden sun

Shining through dense forest leaves

To bless my skin with a soft glow

To allow me to feel beautiful

One last time

I can only hope that the flowers

Will fill my veins

Stain them lilac

As bright as the flowers themselves

The soft flow of petals

As the rivers run below my skin

Keeping life in my eyes

If I were to open my skin

Let my lifeforce bleed out

I would bleed flowers

At least, when I feel beautiful

Other days

Storm clouds inhabit that space

Stealing where beauty once reigned

Leaving me bare and desolate

The rain that they let fall

Leaks from my eyes

Showering my pain

Letting it grow bigger and looming

The rain forgets the flowers

Forgets the happiness I once had

I plead for my flowers

 And thankfully

 They return to me

Dawn shines in my eyes

The shadows fade away

Once the blossoms return

When I go

I think I will be an Iris

A lone soul

But able to push through and stay strong

I will not bend

I will not break

I will not let the rain wash me away

I will stay strong

And let myself bleed bouquets

Of all colors in the rainbow

Their sweet smells whisking the sadness away

And I shall die that way

Surrounded by wildflowers

The sun radiant against my shut eyes

A cool breeze drifting by

Petals strewn about me

A rose around my wrist

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

So many good lines so well put together to make an amazing metaphor of growth and rebirth. Thanks for sharing .

"I want to die in a field of wildflowers
Letting it grow bigger and looming
I will not bend
I will not break
Showering my pain"
Just a few of so many well penned sentiments.