Regression

Like a wildflower growing in spring

exuding life, love, happiness.

Blooming in positivity

And warmth.

Your petals tired,

Wither, fade, die.

Regress into the harsh earth

you once submerged from,

negativity manifests.

Anger, pain, suffering.

The frost etches scars deep.

You suffer neglect,

Cold, bitterness.

You crumble and dissolve.