Blossoming Mango Tree

One Spring fortnight
At the edge of thoughts, I leaped.
Noises linger but go static,
When I look at the Blossoming Mango Tree.

The gaps I failed to adhere, raptures that readily appeared.
Remains an unclear seer, Sings of time that wasn't there.
And lacks the gall to stand clear.
Like a building forcibly engineered
It rots, decays, wilts and smears

Like when you're consumed by fear
and hoisting your opinion isn't a choice
Vanishing into the thin air soothes the voice.
Like a paper ablaze in the heat.

Struggles, arguments, disruptions cease
Solemn silence whispers to please
But apologies stage distant discrepancy
Thus stagnant becomes scenery
A sanctuary that seldom weeps

Staring at the sky
From Earth's POV
Like a vagabond Paddling away into the sea

Birds start to chirp
Animals squeal in the breeze.
Spring has come and it brings life
But this time
This time I don't fear its reach.

Sunlight feels like home
Home that's warm
 Not toxic
For every time I feel nauseous
I look at the same Blossoming Mango Tree.

Perfection demands attention
For me it's a reprieve
But this time
I feel a colder breeze
When I look at the Blossoming Mango Tree.

And I crumbled away at the sight of it
The only thing that kept me in glee
I feel abandoned, absconded by happiness
Where I see now lies a brazen Mango Tree.

If only I had cherished myself enough
I wouldn't be so broken and beat
If I could've just laid it upfront
I wouldn't greet you with goodbyes

If I were brave I wouldn't have
Fallen into tragedy.
Turmoil-filled narrative
Teetered my hopes bleak
Thus, I mourn at the once Blossoming Mango Tree.

I smile at gods while
Tears sprang down my cheek
 For I was the witness of
The wilt of once so vibrant tree.

I stand on the precipice of defeat
Unwavering at the pedestal of thoughts
Spiralling in my mind like calligraphy

But a fool I was not
For I couldn't see
Understandable
Since nobody taught me
Good things don't stay So what!
You made a mistake
Learn from it, never retaliate!
Create your persona, earn your place.

The tree fell lifeless
But
A new life grew in its stead
and Now I get what life means.

So this Spring too, I wait for thee
My Dearest Blossoming Mango Tree.

                                                                               -Asher Graves