Wildflowers in Bandana

The thinner edge, of where I stand,

Seasons and the city seemed irrelevant,

So, I let go of generic pasts,

And followed the faded trails,

To my primordial address,

Confronting the scars, numbed by time,

And turned them into tribal tattoos.

Burning down the obscure emotions,

I lighted my way out of ashes,

Sealing the bleeding wounds

With a plant of forgiveness.

Together at the break of a new dawn,

I became the girl,

With wildflowers in her bandana

Drinking away her soul in a glass of wine.