Paper Flowers

An aching heart can only take so much,
Sanity isn't forever in our clutch,
Sometimes in life we have to press pause,
Even if it's without a cause,

There's a secret refuge in my mind,
Only I can see it, Others are blind,
I go there almost everyday,
It stops my being from starting to decay,

Paper flowers fill its field,
While the lurking shadows act as my shield,
Sugary clouds float up above,
Their shimmery lights almost make me feel loved,

My blistered skin heals in the rain,
These brittle fingers are strong again,
I'm almost fully alive in this world of mine,
Its strength fills me like the sweetest wine,

Tears of blood stream down my face,
The only things un-healed by this place,
I guess it only brings comfort,
Only partially numbing this searing hurt,

But I just lie in my field for several hours,
Surrounded by my paper flowers