Chasing Sunshine

The robber crouches
To lie in wait in the dark,
She doesn’t see the lens

The rose bush is free,
No buds nor blossoms and bees –
No more scrutiny.

Peel back the layers
Like dainty flower petals,
Not onions – bar tears.

The real person
Stays hidden beneath years of
Hard conditioning

Gratitude’s healing,
Or so they say – seeing is
A must have for faith.

There’s nothing calmer
Than the ocean’s gentle calm –
Whither lies the storm.

Beat around the bush,
Ne’er quite get to the crux where,
Truth hides in plain sight.

Rain water, boot legs –
Regardless, she will perish;
She must meet her fate.

She’s covered in dirt
“Just as well – it fits” they said,
Now she awaits death.

Write an ode for her,
Place her on a pedestal –
Fling her down to earth