Broken

The dam that kept me under control broke

The water spilled through and look what happened

The destruction of what I was told was meant to be

Became

grass,

flowers,

trees.

Don’t tell me that the dam was for my own good

You may like the desert but

I like the woods.

.

Let the daisies softly carpet what once was rough and barren

Let the trees offer their cool shade

Let the water flow into each living thing like a second breath

.

If you want to save my soul

Give it life

not

death.