so many things

the road to Zion was never easy. 
i expected it to be lined with cherry blossoms.
i expected it to be mind. 
but there were no cherry blossoms (though it does shine, still) 
it was glittered with glass
that i soaked up in my heels
and hurt myself
a very pretty thing. 

(i miss
you vision is
nothing is
nothing
and in-
complete)

it is not easy
to write poetry
and even if it is true
it is not necessarily poetry
but it is
most necessary
and it is
you