No one knows

FEATURED AUTHOR: Trinity Ross-Mack

Used with permission from the author

I’ve been told I’m immoral

That I’m emotionless

And expressionless

A robot

That my very existence is a burden

Am I that burden?

Do my lungs take up too much air?

Does my waking make the Gods groan?

Or

Am I the precious gift talked about in the bible

Are my silent, lonely tears enough to show my emotions?

Do my values take president over all?

Do my expressions get drowned out by all the noise?

Is it really my fault that my greatness needs more room than most?

Am I too much or not enough?

Sunflower

Like a sunflower

I raise my head to the sun

My arms like leaves stretched out open wide

The sun,

My provider,

My burning passions, hopes and dreams

Aspirations like sugar fuel my ambitions and beliefs

Standing tall facing the burning sun. I am loved.

But

Unsympathetic nights shrivel my pedals and hides my optimism

A reminder of dead roots

And brown leaves,

Sleepless nights of regrets and worries like pesticides to my system,

My wishes and expectations are crushing stone, 

My strong stem falters under the weight

The moon,

a reflection of faith I once had

A mockery

With the anticipation of Daybreak, may I rise to the occasion or

disappear under the darkness of the night.