the rain is coming
to douche the fire
that was started
from mistakes
it has left
the ground that
was once a
beautiful garden
like a living black
hole
now damp and lonley
with only me
left standing,
In the burned
reckadge, I see it
against the grey and charled
ground
a hint of green
i walk closer
i see a flower
with no petals and only thorns along a
spiny stem,
i am afraid
it might be a cactus growing
in my new garden
then again
if i nurture it just right
it just might be
the rose bush i have been hoping for..
so i decide to keep it
to water and feed it
and hope
that even if it is a
cactus
that its a beautiful one
that accents the
memorys of my future