Will it be darkness filled with red eyed monsters
Will it be thunder and lightening , perhaps flash flood warning
Will it be silence filled with screaming loneliness
an old lady sitting in the corner staring outside with empty eyes, holding a picture of her family
Or may be a free fall from the top of cliff with a feeling of last breath leaving the lungs
Will it be numbness , a body, a robotic mind just going on with life
Or it be early signs of spring, tiny daffodil leaf emerging from frozen ground
Perhaps one last meeting with you before we depart
what will it be ?
Wild Flowers 