Rhubarb I Wouldn’t Eat

Lost in the winds of time.
Caressed by turbulent flows of emotional rhubarb between myself and what I used to be.
Accepting the seeds I’ve planted within soil out of reach for my demons.
Conquering this tug-of-war I’ve promised myself to win at all cost,
Willing to pay the price it takes.
Even if I have to sit on a corner,
In silence,
Battling what feels like endless pain…
Until I smile.
As I gladly watch the smoke around me wither all away…