Eyelids fluttered open revealing
a lost, innocent blue.
Awake, yet her conscience was not.
Insignificant moments of time,
Where thoughts have not been connected,
Reality has not been realised,
Existence almost forgotten.
The brain tries to recollect emotion.
She was lost, not lost in the way
in which she could not find happiness,
Lost in a way in which she wished
Never to be found.
A feather floating in
the abundance of freedom.
Memories erupted, leaving her peace
in a slow descent,
Consumed by unwanted emotions
and sudden realisation.
She craved her previous thoughtlessness.
Choked by the monstrous roots
of a 100-year-old oak,
Tortured by the creeping vines
and hushed by windswept leaves.
Pain hidden by damp moss and
Undiscovered by innocent children.
Drooping heads of once beautiful sunflowers.
Now overwhelmed with misunderstood hurt.
Her muffled screams of desperation
Buried deep beneath the soil.
That no one heard.
Stretching fingertips of ivy clenched
the last trunks of cheerful optimism
as they were replaced with
Growing stalks of doubt.
A decaying bluebottle carcass
Laying helpless on a window sill.
The pain of not being understood.