I

Oh sweet life, who am I.
I who dwell in my own sadness?
I who laughs and is bewilderdly ammused?
I who recoil in my own spiteful temper?

If life art a garden,
I am the rose,
Who seeks the attention,
To admire,
Maybe love.

But beware, do not get close,
Then thou wilt see my thorns,
Stay far,
And wonder, what secrets I bear.

I fear, I fear that I am your fall,
But perhaps,
Thou wilt suffer the thorns.

Then I wilt find my place outside this garden,
As yours. Only yours.

-Claire Angel-

*not an original Edenia poem

Courage

I'll sit here

quietly.

try to

memorize

your every feature

til we meet again.

try to

savour the feel

of being close

at hand.

try to

put on

a brave face

to mask

a sinking heart.

try to

push away

thoughts of

being apart.

I don't

want to smile

but you would

want me to.

so I do

just for you

love.