Petunias for Dinner

An initial mystery

One in which

Cannot be solved

In silence

But we fear

To have it

Any other way

A secret to the world

And most times

To ourselves

I'm left to wonder

If it's worth it

If it's real

If maybe I imagined

The whole thing

For the mind is tricky

It makes one believe

In things

That never were

The heart is evil

It causes feelings

And desires

Where none should be

You look around

You open your eyes

And see

All the clues

And the hints

For it's your job

To decode

Just know

That I'm fragile

And I'll never

Be the first

To tell