Decision
Remember the smell.
Rich and lustrous, red and old, it’s welcome worn out.
Brittle, once soft petals curled back, crisp.
Forgetting what once I sought before the water reached the end of the stream.
Lay down my weapon and surrender to the victor of the battle that was decided long ago. Tension scatter fallen rose petals on a rippled lake.
The reel is running thin twisting in its direction. Walk casually to tomorrow, a new day. With weakness giving in. Fixing what is fixed will not be the end