I Found Myself
I met a child, a flower spilling from a greenhouse.
Long vanished, Eden’s flora bloomed,
cradled in the arms of nature.
Water dripped like rain from soft petals,
while a breeze mused his curly hair.
He bloomed quietly in a garden
and I was a wind-ripped lake lost in wilderness.
An unforgiving, relentless soul.
I could not expose to him my gloomy being.
I turned away,
Yet still he spoke.
“No, please don’t hide from me.