"Just keep your eyes on her...."

[ravenwidow]

It feels as if a poem is forming in my throat and I can never seem to get it out and get it down on paper.  If feels as if a group of sentimental, heart tugging words are growing...like seeds once planted in barren earth, but now that the earth has become fertile soil, these seeds have become pods, and in their Bloom, reveal their colors of now, misplaced emotions...that are vibrant and distracting, finally releasing what had been lying dormant in me for a long time....but these flowers are wild erratic emotion, more like weeds of shame and anger, self pity and pain.  Although their colors are bright and bold, they are too loud to wear now.  The time for me to be sad and feel all of this resentment has passed..
These emotions are misplaced.
I'm not quite sure how to go about settling them peacefully, so tonight while he is with his friends, I am weeding my Garden.
-Datura-