Where the melancholy met my madness
withering my inner peace into pieces
flown away by the wind,
All I did was stand in despair
waiting for it to be returned with the wind again
my journey let me walk on thorns, befriending my feet like flowers
anonymously marking its sharp edges on me
even as I hugged it dearly.
My journey for contentment disintegrated like an annihilated piece,
never to be stitched or glued together.