Literary Vegan

I'm walking through the wreckage Of my former self Finding relics Amongst the rubble Of me before I fell Statues that tell stories  Of who I was Underneath What once was buried treasure,  Is now brought back to me. C. LJ 2019

I used to sparkle  There's magic in our eyes I was told to sit down Pressed into silent uniform After a while I stopped fighting Crumpled, I crawled out And like a cat Licked my wounds And the dirt off Bit by bit And there it was. C. LJ 2019

I walked with butterflies  Over damp grass Grateful of change and  Restoration  And a moment to Pause In the breeze Watching wings and petals Be.  C. LJ 2019

The petals of the Delicate Daisy are still Made with precision   C. LJ  2019

The same mind that makes A maze to hold Minotaurs Creates monsters too  C. LJ Ireton 2019

Unmissable bloom The sun inside a flower The sky in a room C. LJ Ireton 2019