Garden Of Glass

From the cultivated seeds of my soul,

 I grow these fragile flowers of thought.

Petals of translucent glass open-

Blooming delicate dreams I've sought.

 Each one I pluck , I hold close to my heart. 

  I hold them up to witness petals of prismatic light, 

That my life seemingly forgot. 

But within my sight, adoration for not, I mar-

 My foliage of flowered stars,  left shattered-

In my careful clasp, like they never mattered. 

Marking my skin with yet another scar.

×Aria