I will plant flowers

I will plant flowers

Where I grow

Where my feet land

I will sow a meadow

Excuse the smell of

Roses

They are deliberate

Planned

Thought out

Nurtured

Through the

Manure of the

Past

Fertilised

By tears and regret

Yes, they are pink

Would you have

Considered them

Any other color?

Yes,

They have thorns.

I left them in case

The enemies approach.

You know,

The enemies…

The ones who

Gave you shit

You had to process

To make manure

In the first place.

So, I will plant roses

As you watch them grow

Please understand

That each flower

Holds the essence

You once knew

As Pain.