Through this a blue rose
it will bloom again from a withered state
Hoping I can wash this away
before I leave any of this sickness touching another soul
Hoping for empathy dressed in acknowledgement
I beg that they are only
lost upon an airway
and for one day they will reach the ears to be heard from
All I can wish for
is to not be what I was before
voiceless
flightless
within a inescapable trap
Caught by my own unheard cries
that were let out that night unacknowledged
It is not enough to provide peace
when I find myself once again
with time to my thoughts
These outlooks don’t last long enough
not enough to get me through the day
So I walk into a lake
between the mountains within my life
seeking to cleanse away what has darkened my fur
It wakes me up throughout the night
making the moments
awake and aware
so hard
to push these memories
to a far enough place
so I will be able to function
Because it is a sickness
that has been laying on my soul
I spend time imaging my soul
as a white wolf
full of dirt tarnishing my light
And
I am done being weak
kept
and broken
—alley scheffki
Flommist Alley Scheffki is 22 years young, ‘I am the blue rose. Dies ist ein wunsch für freiheit.’ Copyright © 2016 Alley Scheffki.
Photography by Danielle Steers, hair and makeup by Casey Callahan.
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