Nicole Johnson

I’ve withered inside like a plant drained of life
The sun infects me
Heeds me,
From the hierarchy of light blue skies.

Drawn to the warmth, like a moth to flames
Those flecks of jade
Forged a fire inside a field of hate.

Gleaming wonder with every emotion
I gaze upon these creations
Like a love between cultures

The strength in a gaze
Can bring a man to his knees
And a woman to drown, sometimes weep.

Arms outstretched, hands raised high
If I break away too much,
I fear I might die.