Gardens Of Daffodils Poem by Claudia Krizay

The moon was full last night-
Though I couldn’t escape the darkness.
The sun shone brightly yesterday
Over a garden of daffodils blossoming,
Bold and yellow as they could be.

I see this world as bleak and terrifying, and I feel as if
I was born under a different star.
This is the time of year where
Flowers of many kinds surround me-
This is the time of year where this world awakens once more, and
This is the time of year when twenty one years ago my father passed away.

In my solitude I feel safe, although
Threatened when others’ eyes meet with mine.
When the daffodils are growing everywhere, I believe
They are trying to make this world appear more striking-
I rest inside the freedom of my inner world right now,
I feel millions of miles away from grim reality,
Talking to the people whom I believe exist,
But only inside of the fortress of my thoughts-

I am feeling as if fate is trying to break down the walls
Which enclose me and trying to make me face veracity-?
Beautiful flowers are blooming everywhere, and
Today I know I must venture outward, as
The world outside summons me to meet face to face with what is real.

I grew up with everybody around me telling me
One day I would have to accept all that is real, because
One day my delusional world would come crashing down upon me, and
I would not know which direction my life would take its turn,
Though daffodils would still be dancing in the late spring breeze.

I must say that the yellow blossoms do brighten up
The path I walk upon when I am forced to journey outward- and
Even if the sun ceased to rise and the moon did not shine so brightly in the night,
I believe that every spring there would appear gardens filled with daffodils
Brightening up the desolation of the outside world-
I can at least have faith that flowers shall always show their faces in the springtime,
And because I am so enamored of their loveliness, their presence always bring me some
Peace of mind and when I am at peace inside, I can always close my eyes and dream.