Poem: Good Intentions

​The trail of good  intentions 

left behind a hollowed-out shell of a girl 

Who picked weeds 

And turned them into daisies 

That later died in window sills

Good intentions filled the empty halls

Becoming a barricade 

Holding back ruthless thoughts

They paved a road

And filled the holes

But left her out of the loop

She held back her sorrow 

While holding dead flowers

She watered to an inch of their life

Because good intentions overfilled the bowl

And made her gasp for breath

On a windy summer day 

Enjoyed by others as she hid away 

She sewed good intentions into seams

And wordlessly slipped them back 

Safely into the closets

Of those, she had hope for the most

Smiling at the stories

She helped unknowingly unfold

Being sidelined for better gifts 

And ignored at all cost

She backtracked along the paved roads

That good intentions, once fixed

Noticing cracks in the pavement

She laid with bare hands

Tucking stones back in

With tears in her eyes

The further she moved away

Because the road to good intentions 

Had no good intentions left for her

Where growing up, her roads were weathered

They left no stone unturned

No flowers in the weeds  

She cultivated with sad tears

Patching the damage others left

With pieces and parts of them

Thinking they had good intentions, too

Yet, good intentions taught her

Valuable and bitter lessons 

Of being so uncomfortably aware 

Where others are blissfully not

To leave the dying flowers

In under-watered pots