Sunflowers

The sky wasn’t blushing; it was inky

I hadn’t seen it anywhere except my own fingertips dipped in gold and blood

The clouds perfectly illuminated my face

And my heart, after he left

 

I wish I didn’t let him ruin me, ruin my mind

For he pushed me into staining my wrist,

And staining my trust

 

It’s five in the morning

I don’t know why I’m outside, or why I can’t see the moon

I don’t know who I am;

I’ve forgotten myself like the sky forgets the little stars when the sun rises

 

Though I know, when the sun comes through in the dawn,

The pinks and oranges will haze across the horizon,

And my iron tears will be there, dropping onto the field

 

And then it happens

 

The day breaks,

And so do the clouds on both sides

 

My face reflects the sun and the roses that bloom

 

And suddenly,

My heart begins to take root in my soul again

Just as it had before him.

 

He still left muddy tracks over me

But I finally figured out how to clean the mess he left

 

And softly, gently, obscurely, in the bottom of my stomach

Hope blossoms,

And the sun rises in my body

For the first time in years