Wildflowers

wildflowers grows on your inner walls

imitating the ones on your bedroom

the sun wants to nurture you

for you to taste a better life

without intoxicating

without invalidating

your aches, your triggers

finally to the light bringing

the love inside that still breathes

out of the danger zone

where you made a home

when you fell for the sorrow

that leashed to you like a leech

sucking your vitals

blinding your compass

temperance watches you from afar

waiting for the right moment

to begin to end your wars

to open your eyes to realize

there is more to live for

so, endure a little bit more

and allow your wildflowers to grow

to climb the summit and show

you that the sun wants to nurture you

for you to taste a better life

without decaying

without surrendering

to your ghosts, your demons

tenderly the garden watering

as the love inside that still bleeds