Amongst A Flower
Your hope is a leaf,
by Candice Renae Williams
amongst a flower,
where liquidy dew drops fall,
into its gentle grasp.
The direction in which the tears flow,
also lies upon this path of sorrow.
So be not afraid to pick the flower,
even if the thorns prick your finger.
Because memories are the scars,
left after all the leaves are gone, that last only for a lifetime.