Letter #3

(albüm: Dear Finch - 2018)

Dear Finch,

I read something yesterday that made me cry.
"See the flowers not the weeds" Finch, I am
An expert at seeing weeds. I see them in my
Wrinkle and sunken cheeks the doctor injects
To get rid of. I see them in my spider and
Varicose veins the doctor injects to gets rid. I
See them in mean moms at school. I see
Them when the kids and I are late, or when
I don't have enough time for work, errands
Or chores. My relatives turn into weeds on
Literally every holiday. I never want to admit
It, but as I hack furiously at old weeds, new
Ones grow.
See the flowers means choose happiness. It's a
Choice I need to remind myself of daily or
The weeds will consume me. I want to see
Plumeria, or anything tropical. That would just
Be perfect. And happy.

Hoping for a Hibiscus