Don't Give me Flowers

I tip toe on the fragility of life
watching every traverse and every line,
scream and call
to the fragility of the soul
--as glass that shatters and falls.
Every turn I make I try to understand
If I am going the right way
or what kind of path I take.
I keep tip toeing on life and soul,
and I walk alone this road of cloud and mud.
Don’t give me flowers, 
this journey is mine to take.
If I push the clouds and clear the grit,
open the path and plant the seeds,
I have earned a garden 
of mine. 

--Bernadete vdw, '24