Oh, dear Satan, your delicious
merchandise finds me
tender.
I am a raw sunflower gasping for
clean air, for rare light
to open my thin arms
and feed my beginning.
I could be a generous gift,
a miracle fragrance in the breeze
of a season,
but I was stomped deep
in the Earth, fed on by worms
before I knew how to dream.
When dreams slipped in to my feeble
stem, they were
manipulated, filling my roots with
poison.
Now, I sleep with deadly seeds
growing in my brain, too weak to survive
cold seasons,
surrendering to dark demons, until
spring brings back
the warm light of hope.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
Dear heart Maggie Mae…highly accomplished poet… you were the first commenter to my blog. I didn’t know then I had been visited by such a strong, vibrant muse…stay safe. 🙂
Dark, sad and painfully seeking hope.
Reblogged this on just telling it as it is.
Great title and painfully beautiful poem!
until spring brings back the warm light of hope … seasons change, spring always returns, and with it hope!! I enjoyed this poem knowing both the darkness and the light.
I love the metaphors living within this lovely poetic work. Beautiful!
Loved it, shared it, thank you!
Your words are enthralling. I love where they take me.
Beautiful! Very beautiful!
Very, very powerful and heartfelt.
Nice to read a poem I can genuinely relate to. “Oh, dear Satan, your delicious
merchandise finds me tender.” Uh-huh!
Nice stuff.