Lillies

Lilies bloom in June

Blossoming from the milk of Hera

Chased by the rays of the summer sun

And tied to the ground where it grew

My Lily grew in January

The sun danced upon her cheeks

As she smiled at the world

Taking step after step

Stumbling and falling

Standing and swaying

She was strong and free

But independence was lonely

As she soaked up the pain

Every bottle and new pill

Was like candy on the counter

Freedom

Till it all ran out

And the voices got louder

Time spent with her head on my shoulder

Filled ridges with her tears

And my mouth poured over with boring stutters

I'm sorry

That sucks

Not making her feel any better

For the bees didn’t like her

Always attacked at her weakest

Piercing her skin

Till the ridges cut deeper

they bled on the counters

And all over the pages

Every last drop

Was old and faded

Engulfed in her envy

And the hatred she felt

Corrupted 

Mistrusted

The lonely Lillie

Now drained

And discolored

Her fight now over

Oh the poor Lily flower