I Do Not Need Approvals Is Mine Poem by Lia Padena

it was so hurt the sun that even the movement of the dandelion flower that just moved to exist was a howl and a system of knives with no ticking pressure that I want I want to look like I want and give me
Stop
it is impossible on the wound the easy movement is a balm and a healing awakens
and it was just a comment on someone else's condition
but I thought why not be a whole poem
but it's his idea it's his idea
I do not know now how it is correct with the dandelion flower so brought in that state
and I wonder if I can save it because it's mine and the garden is mine
he just filled it with his mood under the sun
but with the thought of the darkness in which he lived
the war
I do not need approvals is mine
made in my peace of stars