Sunshine and Flowers
It isn’t all sunshine and flowers, believe me.
Sometimes it's too bright, sometimes too dark.
Sometimes we are caught between rain and mist,
Dark skies etching sorrow into its cloud ridden self.
Sometimes I find myself waiting,
Waiting for the clouds to leave, for the cold to pass.
I find that in doing this, I feel it more,
I let the shivers sink into my skin,
Until you can’t even see me in the fog.
And I can’t see you.
I now understand, after all these years,
What they really meant by ‘It’s about the journey’.
I knew about the realization you get along the way,
One of which I have just acquired,
Along with the sense that I do not have to wait out the storm.
I can now look to the skies and smile, knowing one day,
They won’t be so dark.
I can take walks along the dirty streets,
Music playing in my ears,
And smile, dreaming of the flowers that will bloom.
And sometimes, while I walk, the flowers grow.
Colorful splashes of the rainbow in my dark world.
A world in which I used to look at with distaste,
I can now laugh as the rain pelts my face.
Because it is not all sunshine and flowers,
But it never had to be.
And I can see you now, curled up on the grass under the tree,
Cold from the soaking rain.
Your eyes filled with water that may or may not be
From the sky.
And in those eyes I see myself, reflected over the glassy surface.
You shiver and look up at me,
And I smile.
The gesture seems to surprise you,
Have you ever seen a smile before?
One single flower grows at my feet,
I pluck it from the ground and hold it up to you,
It is the same color as your eyes.
You take the flower in your hands,
Your gaze flickering down to it.
A small smile spreads across your face.
You start to laugh, a sound like living sunshine.
I start to laugh as well,
Because it is all so funny.
So much pain,
And we both laugh.
Laugh at this small colorful flower glistening in the rain.
Laugh at this dark world we live in,
Laugh at the cold that is always under our skin,
Laugh at the fact we both cry,
Yet the flower blooms when you let it.
I extend my hand to you,
Creature of the rain,
Creature of the dark.
And I ask you,
If you would like to go for a walk.
In the mist.
In the cold.
A little splash of color,
A little splash of light,
Our own sunshine,
Our one flower.