sour herbs, fine medicine | spice

i won't be bitter,
i won't be sad...
for a flower fell,
to bring forth another.

broke my heart,
to mend another,
love cycle of hurt,
most tis to gather.

my pain is not less painful,
neither my heart less cold and lonely,
i hate to remember why you left,
the thorns still pierce like twas yesterday.

i remind myself..
i won't be bitter,
i won't be sad,
for a flower fell,
to bring forth another.

spice.lamentations 2010