Petals



I knew I was held back by something.
I didn't know what.
I met myself climbing up a hill
Accepted me
Then forgot 
Your approval
And restrictions 
The flowers are my diction
And I'll talk to the petals 
Or parade them
Whether you like it
Or not. 



C. LJ 2019

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