I have a weed
2002-04-10 at 4:47 p.m.

There is a weed

in my beautiful

garden of life.

A weed

that has roots so deep

they encompass the inside

of each beautiful flower.

It cannot be killed,

it cannot be pulled,

it cannot be overtaken.

It just lives.

And ever so often

it roars its ugliness

on all it surrounds.

And turns the raindrops

to salty tears.

Which damage

everything they touch.

I wish I could find

the bottom of it's roots.

To kill it with my own hands.

Or return to childhood

when the flowers

were only buds

and the weed

was only a seed.

But all I can do

is fill my garden with love

in hopes

that my support

will keep the garden strong

to keep growing

and remain beautiful.