Posted on June 13, 2024 Like picking flowers in the dark:When I step into the lightWill I have a bouquet of rosesOr poisoned leaves? Do my hands know better now?These are petals, not weeds It is a long, long nightTo be fearful of the dawn With Love, Natalie Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related By Natalie PoetryTags: poem