Weeping heart consumed by petals,
Pink as the fringes of a rose,
It beats in tune with rejection and remorse,
Twin demons that haunt what it became.
Bloom of youth that lost its beauty
Retracted inward the utopian joy,
Shrank the wonder it once held sacred
Until the flower cocooned into a shell.
The beating slowed, the world got smaller,
Turning inward the folds drew memory,
Fragments of art to imitate release,
Retreating from expressions of glamor.
The heart sunk soul-ward that ate itself,
Fanning flames that denied innocence,
Built a fantasy of scattered wishes
That burst forth to the other side.
Only then did it realize how important
It was to be true, courageous in battle,
Unfrightened of the consequences,
Glowing fiercely in the solar nursery.
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