Some gifts aren't meant to be played with;
still, I fooled around with all of mine
like every morning was Christmas time.
I struck the chords of untuned years
like a match to a palm full of prayers
then extinguished the flames
with my regretful tears
Every day was a wildfire
looking back at a past
of useless ash
If spring can be reborn
Why can't I?
If God says no,
take a broom and dustpan to me,
and toss me like pepper on the fallen snow.
If I'm to be long gone and forgotten
I choose to freeze where the crystals glow.
I don't want to be beneath the earth
if I can't ever grow.