Goodbye

We planted the sunflower seeds in the grave of lost souls, where our bodies were buried in the lands we were once salves and compelled to self harm never knowing the birthmark of self love, we were once so terrified for pure rain to mark our dirt with rainbow puddles.

Instead we let our selves dry down and die like Autumn leaves in the summer breeze where it rained tearfully.

The ravens found a home in our graves laughing like mocking birds at how we were so afraid to escape, If I’d allow the rays to paint my all over my gray tombstone, if I’d allowed myself to merge from beneath the ground or the love to escape my empty room would I have learnt to say goodbye to the bad old days and let the sunflowers bloom.