Can a Poem Be Happy: In May

Let's see If I talk about roses and their silky pedals. Their scent slices to our heart and reminds us of love. But follow their stems and find thorns. Get too close, and find blood. Follow love and find longing. But maybe that love is standing right in front of you. They're laughing, and that light in their eyes reminds you how weak the darkness is. Or how easily she shatters it. Until the moment comes when she must leave, Or, chooses to; and the darkness sets in. May her light be strong enough in memory to dispel it. May you hold fast against the biting wind. The wind we need to seed the fields that feed our children. Our children who show us the possibility of new life. A second chance we so often waste. May we imbue them with righteous conviction and divine spark. May we not disappoint them. May we teach them better than we've been taught. May we swallow our pain and shield them from the mistakes of our past. May they grow, and may we die, peacefully, having done our duty. Our duty, we know, but run from— Enrich the soil that we return to. It calls and is hungry, but it is patient with its love, though it aches in our absence. May we find solace as we passed through the responsibility of flesh. I don't wanna go kicking and screaming— the best I can hope for. We all reach our time. Can there be comfort in knowing it isn't now? The present is a gift, may we find the strength to not let gratitude slip through our fingers. Slip through our fingers like these moments do, no matter the sorrow, or ecstasy. Do not hold on there's nothing we can do. Is there freedom in that? That nothing matters except for us, but it means everything to us. We assigned meaning and hope it is important to someone else. Beautiful meaningless life. Every hello is as good as a goodbye. Love means you die twice. Flowers have their seasons.