mental health – Page 21

knife of petals, cut the earth

And I am born of the dreamers’ deadliest desires.
Not what you liked, Dahlia, you who are down to earth?
Every petal takes a cut against my worth,

Haiku #7

Haiku number seven out of seven haikus on hope. This is the end people :(
At night, cacti bloom
pink to oppressive shadow.
Color to the black.

Haiku #6

Haiku #6 goes like this (super dramatic first line, I know): An old, aching tree
about to tumble, roots weak.
Enduring hope hurts.
Fair warning, I wrote most of this post