The Inner Beauty of Ambiguity

They sent me away
To make angels in the ashes
With praise and blooming flowers
And my own memories to ration
Wandering through my own mental prison
With soap on my tongue if spoken
and with no one around
The dark winter is never the talk of any town
but today I’m their fair-weather forecast
Sacrificing my future to mend their broken past
To find them reconciliation and clarity
And bragging points for their dinner parties
But the grass is only greener
Till it’s made out of plastic
I return with their glory
But I am much less of a person