"Absence's Fruit"
What is this that
Absence has grown
In my temple's garden?
...It grew,
Potted in
Insecurities, doubts, and
Rumination's endlessness...
Without light or love,
Fed fears and worries
By despair's
Icy, hard, black hands
It sprouted at dusk
And saw night before day,
Kissed by moon beams,
Under ultraviolet skies,
Absorbing only the star's shine and
The night's cold
It drew nutrients from
Silver linings and solitude's calm,
After finding Need's priority over Want; &
Want's appeal over Had; &
Had's sour after-taste lingering
In my rib and vertebrae
Then,
When it should have died,
Out of a broken rotting bud
Bloomed a titanium blossom
With matte black petals,
Polished onyx leaves and
Diamond tipped thorns
Now,
It's cold hard ebony branches hold
The fruits of fortitude,
As the sun rises to find
It's twisted black limbs
Escalating in a
Spiral around my
Delicate tenderness,
Surrounding the fragile pieces and bits,
Being worn like a heated exoskeleton
Incubating and encapsulating
The frail frozen fragments,
The Strong tree casts its shadow on
The sad past
& it's wilted memories,
Surrounding our echos with
Muting vines and
Fencing out those apparitions
Left by us to haunt me.
-Bsomb4
