(Jan.10 1985 / Martin, Kentucky)

Amongst A Flower

Your hope is a leaf,
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.

6-17-2003

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Aww... Hope springs eternal. (* I wrote this because I needed that-I wrote the words in my head, the point is to try and try again in life. You can not be afraid to live your life because of fear of getting hurt. Life needs you to pick that thorn and take that risk...and that once your through the hard part life will be okay. The memories of pain are just that mere trifle scars in comparision to life. I quess this sort of explains the poem.. I've reread this one so many times... I find myself likening it to 'hope springs eternal' As a little reminder to myself that I have hope...kind of like the lilac yet different. Aww the many ways to describe it.