Anxious!

I wrote this today. I am really trying to jump start my writing career and then I realize I've been too scared to write this whole time. So I hopped up and submitted something for my university publishing magazine. Crossing my fingers that this gets published:

 

Fragments of today

 

A waning summer brought you to me; an orange light engulfed your figure. “So you’re the famous…” No. Why would that be me?

A cautious hug, a nervous glance, a passerby amongst the masses, approached me. It was fall then. Who are you?

Flowers budded, birds sang, and spring brought you to me; a blue sky flirting with the breeze caressed your face. “I like you…” No. Why would that be me?

But I said yes and a smile spread across your face, and the remnants of that faded summer stretched through time.  

A hug, a look, a person amongst the masses approached me. It was four years then. I know you.

Then darkness crept and winter brought me a violating torrent. Chaos infused the universe leaving it barren. Wasted. Foul. I thought you weren’t a rosebud.   

“Monster.”

My spring would never come again. Until…

“I love you.”

Why? I am barren, wasted, foul. My world will not change. There is too much fear.

And then your eye becomes a cloud. A soft, silent drop drapes your eyelashes. It rolls down the shadows on your cheeks. I know those shadows (I have seen myself on them, resting under their shade, a tree).

“Come, come and rest on these fields. I will put tulips in your hair.”