Dear Life as you may know
hope exist together with peace.
I know I’m lost
in the forest of poisonous thoughts.
I look to Mother Earth for guidance
of how to survive.
I thrive on a dream
that occurred to me last night.
I was a plant blooming in the woods.
I thought to be a rosette
with a diamond like crimson petals.
I turned to be a wild weed
with yellow and wilting leaves.
But I was a I troublesome bustard
, a rebel at heart and soul.