Kayla Trusick

Aug 1

Photo by TOMOKO UJI on Unsplash

The petals of a flower,

Bright, beautiful and full,

Just like your eyes upon awakening,

Colors splashing bright,

Catching the eyes of your lover,

Does he love me,

Does he love me not,

The petals wilt,

One by one,

They crumble,

But return again in the fall,

To always rebloom,



Jun 9

Photo by Luke Leung on Unsplash

The life I perceived

I knew it had to leave,

I wanted to disturb the peace

Comfort zone to cease

To reinvent everything I was

To become who I’m to be,

Where did I slack?

Where did I lack to fit in?

Why did I cry in the mirror,