Is My Name Persephone?

Is My Name Persephone?

Picking flowers in the rain,

I seek comfort in your blaze -

the story seemed a fairytale,

but was the death of me.

***

In my hands, the flowers wilt -

petals falling to the ground

mark my blackened trail of tears,

the loneliness I had found.

***

Below the surface, in the dark,

I wore a crooked crown -

heavy with the thorns that stab,

you’ll find no rainbows here.

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But with the solstice shining light,

bitter winds turn gentle in the sky;

your wispy words now float away -

do you still wonder why?

Thank you for reading!