Spring

I was flowers in your springtime,
thought you saved me from the weeds.

But blooms die quite quickly 
when picked for selfish needs.

You ripped out all my petals,
your own hurt a weapon weilded.

Desecrated my pure pastures
my tears fell, left fields salted.

I was flowers in your springtime,
still unsure of my crime.

Being a queer, trans, autistic person who is both physically & mentally disabled, I have a unique perspective on the world.By letting that come through in my writing,I am creating the representation I so desperately needed growing up. I'm a realistically optimistic person. Its an outlook that has helped me deal with my rollarcoaster of a life. As a wise old man once said "Look for the light and you will often find it, look for the dark and it is all you will ever see." I strive to better myself through gaining insight and knowledge. I'm open to constructive criticism via email or private message.So feel free to express your thoughts! View all posts by thechronictypist