Bittersweet Reflections

to my aunt, who loves her children so much to eat sugar on their wedding days. I love you so much, I’ll eat sugar for you. Inflammation, it may be, I made a promise to thee, To eat sugar, just for you, As you start this chapter anew.

Am I out of control or just stuck in my head? Quick, name five things around you, before you drift out ahead. To where? The sea of endless possibilities, "To fear or not to fear?" I ask. "To fear!", cries the flesh who tends to be near. "Fear what, may I ask?" "The monsters, the whispers, the things inside your head, The coward, the preacher, the thing that wants you dead, Your sister, your brother, the people you call family and friends, Fear them all, for you are small, and

Flowers grow, but they don’t stay. Their beauty comes, then goes away. Is everything fleeting? Do all things pass? My chest aches, my tears water the grass. My mind shifts to heaven, that magnificent place. Where eternity stays, and nothing goes to waste. So flowers are reminders of that time to come. A time that stays, doesn’t go away, where flowers last.