Road to Eden

There’s a road I wake up on. 

It always leads to loss. 

I recognize the road by the faded flowers

that litter the adjacent footpath. 

Today I woke up in a nightmare;

I found myself crossing that road.

The roses were spent; the daisies were dead;

and the footpath was tangled with weeds.

Stumbled alone on that desolate path,

while others phased by in a blur.

My hands, they reached out; my heart

shriveled in; my hope flushed out with a sigh.

I traced my finger on an ashen trail

and painted my face with the black.

Wandering faerie or warrior maiden?

The river reflected deception this day.

Nothing to lose but a last thread of faith

I wandered the pasture of trust.

Now down on my knees, my hands twisting

grass, I coughed up some fibers of fear.

The fibers grew legs; they traveled away –

I watched as they marched out of sight.

Exhausted, I rested my head in my hands,

blending into the dew and the earth and the night.

When morning arrived, I sheltered my eyes

and tightly wrapped up my weak heart.

A fluttering feeling danced on my chest.

An odd scenario played in the sky

as butterflies danced and dipped in the breeze.

Their glittery fibers were painted with care

as if they had been since the dawn of creation.

The roses and daisies were painted as well.