This is just going to be my opinion as I'm still not good with metaphors lol.

I think you are talking about depression overall. Something is troubling you so deeply that it is affecting your life as a whole. I do love the touch of nature because ot does bring a softness to the whole thing. But by the way you write it could be something from your past that is coming back that you defeated before. You have been crying a lot more and the scene seems to take place at night. I absoutely loved the wording it is not over played at all and actually makes the story flow well. Because you describe the scene to the writer with certain objects and not just the character :). Anyway the ending holds a lil hope and it seems me you have to push yourself to get out of bed in the morning because the night (the worse of it) is over. The last line is powerful because we are all we have sometimes and as I said we have to push ourselves to move through the nightmares we had. Great write! !

This poem reminds of my feelings when I was raped, and that NEED to get clean, to go back before the befouling, but no matter what I did being completely unable to reverse the blot I felt upon me. I think you left it open enough for a variety of interpretations, as much good poetry does. I hope you find solace in your agony, knowing that we have all been tainted in some way, and none of us is still clean.

Like a bee to pollan, = pollen

Maple - normally I can comment quite easy on poems. However I struggled with this. I connected to this poem on such a deep level, and I am not sure if my outcome of the poem was the same as yours, so I won't focus on that too much.

But I cannot tell you how much this poem describes how I feel right now. No matter how much you try to embrace the beauty and innocence around you, the light and sunshine, there are small reminders on your body, that you can't help flashback tot he darkness of the memories, the pain, and the torture. Scars are so powerful. they can remind us of places we no longer want to remember, and sometimes, we even feel exactly the same as we did back then, hence why I think you have labelled this poem filthy. It is an unclean feeling, that no purity can ever clean us from.

Again, I might have got this poem wrong, I think it is one of those poems that everyone can find their own way to relate to... but for me, it is a very personal connection, and you portrayed this situation so well. Having to accept life, with the scars and memories, and try to move forward, although sometimes, it can be ever so hard to do.

One f my fave from you.