She wandered
Looking for happiness
Thirsting for a smile
In a desert of her own creation
Every inch felt like a mile
She lost her way
Hoping to find herself
The familiar stranger
She lost on a shelf
Too high to reach
Too dusty to see
Her own reflection
She sighed:
Oh how I miss me
Did you plant this vine
The one that poisoned your hand
Did you set it free in your garden, in your land
?
This poison that you can’t seem to find
Is crippling your mind
Like that vine
That someone else planted
When their entrance was never granted
But their thoughts slipped away
Finding roots in your bay
And you allowed them to stay
Cause you needed the company
Until your body was covered in a rash
And your mind started to dash
Across the negativity of their thoughts
Can you now realize
That you are not ill
That there’re poisonous plants, still
Lingering in your garden, in your mind
Rid away with them all
And stand
Strong
Once more
I fail to see
The ugly in me
On good days like these
Stranger Paths 