“falling in flows”

she falls

she's falling in a way that mimics flow

"flowing" they say

"flourishing" they say

"finding who she wants to be"

"a great success"...

they see what they want

and what she wants them to see

she falls

she's falling in rhythm

working her way through the system

once, taking steps so light

they were mistaken as a glide

plants and other bright living things

now drape and carry her soul

hand in hand

side by side

telling her it will all be alright

"look at her"

"look at all the plants she mothers"

"the life she brings"

"listen to her sing"

"a beautiful...muffled melody"

these plants are just reason

excuse, to keep alive

the ones set to lullaby her to sleep

the ones wrapping around

tucking her in

set to drag her soul down...

with love...

grounding

a comfort while she's steadily drowning

she's falling in flows

drowning in forced life

the waters thick as they reflect

otherworldly, her breath and voice tight

"i'm fine"

"i'm alright"

"i still see the reflection of my light"