PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

One day I’ll gather flowers on the roadside

Glorying in gold, violet, yellow, red,

Gardenias so fragrant, pure as the driven snow,

And he will see my smile

Convinced its beauty is their desire,

Fail to remember the colors till scattering petals on our bed

And gathering wood to build a fire.

It seems the years unspool and wrap around me –

I’ve not been immune to their attrition –       

But when his sheltering arms surround me

I’ll realize the beauty in submission.

How it smarts as the losses accumulate,

Triumphs and trials binding and blending

As I recall each danger I doggedly forged,

Nearly falling prey to my dark side,

The formerly charming Mr. Hyde.

I resolve now to welcome the hands of fate,

Accept that which is better off ending.

And when I face the daunting mirror

Embracing the image I see,

Who will be there to make it clearer,

Standing steadily beside me?

Who will build that fire that keeps us warm

And assure me I’m safe in a storm?

Who will scatter the petals?

He will.