it's like a
spinning vortex,
an endless cycle
of untamed and
unwanted emotions
I can never defeat
the haunting demons,
the soft black rose
of life planted in
ashes and weeds,
hardly breaking soil
to face the day
and when the
sun shines through
it is perilously bright
and blinds my
teary, soot-filled eyes
today is clear and shining
but tomorrow rests
in shadows under my bed
I fear the woman
who may wake up there
when the sun bakes the sky
will she rise above the ashes
and face the world with
flashing smiles
and outstreached arms
or will she curse the day
and roll back under the
unforgiving earth to
dwell in pain and darkness
Honorable mention
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