Morning
Glory here to tell
an
afternoon story from the deepest well.
Well what I
know is there within
and where
do I
start to
begin,
where will
this story go
and how
long will I be inside
to bring the
light to what I hide
from many
years of trying to
let only my
best side be shining through.
Just
looking now
you have
crumpled,
wilted and
seem to be
passing
over if what I see
is symbolic
of the vibrancy
gone
instantaneously.
So picking
you was my mistake
and why did
not I
leave you
growing on the vine
as passing
by you looked divine.
Obviously
there will be
a tale to
tell as I write,
a way of
explaining day and night.
The day was
love and shining bright
the night
was dark with violent fright.
So yes, I
learned to show ‘tough love’
until you
left my space
to rent a
place
and
eventually
you
achieved
your sobriety.
Well ‘life
is like that’…….
‘not all
roses’
as morning glory
dies in posies.
Go out
go in
go where
you see
the sun
will shine on your leaves,
the blue
will glow as new buds grow
Yes, in the
next life, I’ll see you
accepting
truth and integrity,
blooming
each day
brilliantly.
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