I am a flower, small, cold and almost dead
In my world, nothing is done but all is said
This world is dead as well, nothing is warm
No wind or breeze, I could wish for a storm
Everything is grey, no colors in this place
No personality, language not even a race
No one is somebody, I’m a nobody, trash
Kill me with your knife, set me free, slash!
I see a man in the distance coming to me
He pulls out his knife the cuts me out free
I cannot breathe, so am I going to die?
I have no tears, but I really want to cry
As I’m filled with sadness and almost fly
I see I am on a table, alive, I let out a sigh
A warm room, what a place filled with light!
I haven’t seen this before, truly what a sight
On the table I see His book, He reads so well
This must be Heaven? For my home was hell
He softly touches me with his finger, blue!
I can suddenly see colors right! It’s so true
I feel my body so warm, free and alive
I pinch myself and then I count to five
Opening my eyes, I only see His face
What could He be doing in this place?
Abdu’l-Bahá was His name, a lantern
I would give him my heart, let it burn
I can suddenly cry, so sad yet I feel joy
He smiles as He enters my heart, Troy
Eyes so sweet you can taste them, maple
He said this as I rested gladly on His table
If you want to cry then only cry facing Me
For all that is in your heart, only I can see
October 2017