Roses

Smoke rings surround our noses.

Lungs burned by withered roses.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Should we rise or fall is up to us.

A tainted innocence, broken dreams long lost.

Keep us tied to the sin that our souls it will cost.

Nature vs nurture?

Or a deeper darker torture?

Burning embers of flames unseen.

History repressed our spirits demeaned.

The forgotten memories, chaos and trauma.

Flowed into our beings even before our momma.

Hand chosen, knit together, each hair on our heads.

Strongholds and purpose, bestowed and blessed.

Burdens to carry, crosses to bear.

A peculiar inheritance had been handed us there.

We followed and doted, for approval eyes begged.

And then inhale together, let’s jump off the edge.

Sparks and wind bring bridges down into water.

Drowning under fire, still children of our Father.

Ashes, ashes, to dust we shall return.

What we didn’t know then, now could we learn?