Oh, for a flower!
 

Oh, for a flower!

What would I kill for one!

I would water it

            with my salty tears

            my drowning eyes

            red from insomnolence

For a flower would be hope

            for life

                        to thrive

                        to exist

                        to continue

            for love

to thrive

                        to exist

                        to continue 

“Don’t push it or it won’t come”

But how else will I get there

if I don’t believe in luck?

-R. Woodson