Black Cherries

 

The blossoms lay strewn like

Splashes of blood 

in the pillars of snow 

And her tears watered their veins 

Whispering to them, to grow, to grow

Push their arms out, to seek the sun,

Break the frost, split the ground 

And the flowers turned to fruit, turned to seed, to seek 

The sky, while her grief withered slow 

Death bloomed, and life bloomed around 

And people chanced, to this hidden orchard

Trees laden heavy with berries unknown 

The sweetest, melancholic sorrow dwelled there

– Who had this garden, sown? 

Quiet, she slumbered miles below them

 In her sleep of final peace 

Ever so often though, someone would find 

A tear, in the black cherries 

‘Black Cherries’
©CM

17.02.2016

Sometimes, I want to be selfish. 

I want to be selfish. I don’t want to be responsible for anyone, or answerable to anyone. I don’t want to make allowances for how the other person’s feeling. I want to say what I think, no matter how hard the truth may hit them. I don’t want to think about them. I want to think about me. 

At least in a corner of my mind, I want to be selfish. I want to be okay with wanting things all to myself, wanting people all to myself. It’s so ingrained in us that selfishness is bad that I let self sacrifice become a wraith wrapped around my shoulders- I don’t want to drown in selflessness. 
Maybe that means not being sweet constantly, but nothing wrong with being a bit tart occasionally. If life tastes good in the end, you’re doing it right. 
Y’all make sure you’re doing right by yourself, now. Nothing wrong with looking away from the world and looking after yourself once in a while. I’m going to try to take my own advice too. 
Cheerio Cookieos!  
❤