Like a rose inside of a glass jar
Moving through the seasons with such grace
When you smile,
The rose blooms
And when you cry
Your tears become petals
That fall to the earth
I could see my soul scoured with paint
A faded glory
Trying to depict a scene
But having trouble dancing
Behind the fog
There is a haze about my spirit
It clouds everything that I should feel
Red passions fade to a pale pink
Deep blue saddness looks grey
Yellow happiness is masked by green envy
And everything fades to black
I haven't seen my rose in quite some time
I think it died long ago
Petals darkened
Crumbled
And landed among the residue
Of my sordid being
The glass casing that surrounds it
Which once looked so fresh and new
Has shattered into a thousand pieces
That prick at my insides
I've come to find a comfort in the pain
It lets me know that I am real
That I haven't forgotten completly how to feel
And I look down at my feet
And realize
I have once again
Been crying over My Mother's Garden