They line up in protest
Looking for my answers
They knell to my left
Faces, confession sent
Mistakes made, sins to vent
Why is my forgiveness needed
Why are all their pasts pleaded
My words pour, a mind depleted
An angel reading, a heart fleeting
My spirits overseeing, new seasons
Leave’s color turn, falls warmth yearns
Feelings pure red, only yellows shed
my bright beginnings, never misgiven.
Refreshing and anew, for the lost few.
Their Mishandled impressions
Forever a radiant learned lesson
My freckled Sunflower obsession,
Letters requested, love ingested
my once dandelions, now flowers risen.