maybe
as we are born into this world
we are all given a magical blanket
a blanket capable of hiding all our pain
in a black hole of invisibility
like seeds of sorrows in the darkness
buried out of sight to be felt
🌹
but nothing wants to stay hidden
seeds of sorrows will keep growing
eventually finding their way
through the blanket
into the light
if we water them, they may turn into flowers
if we don’t, we’re left with holes in our magical blanket
holes where the darkness can shine through
🌹
I rather grow flowers
