Mixing Fate and Family

Who knew it could flourish and bloom?
Who saw it coming
Much too soon?
How, those years ago,
Could they imagine
The colors would show.

A seed was thrown into the soil,
Without intention,
Though potential full.

Passing moons and mistakes;
A wet code welcomes a crack in the shell.
A hard shell broken
By flow of emotion,
An inundation is to pursue.

And so the bud becomes a sprout,
The sprout a glorious blossom;
A crack in the sidewalk,
A line on a map.

A scar in the past
Will never be the same;
The future is ours
To mangle and tame.

New Kid

You can still see the sunshine through closed eyes.
Squeeze them tightly;
Find there's no place to hide.
Maybe life is easy on the brighter side.

A mellow monotone
To mask the fluctuations;
The cracks and fault lines.
Where my voice has drifted off
Once noticing the superfluity
Of a million lost words.

Alone behind bars;
A stomach filled with only scars.
A neck encircled by restraint,
What I'd give for light of day.

One more night of frolick and play,
From my child I run astray.
A truth I'd never think to face-
Now I sit alone;
Replaced.