The Steps of Flowers

The steps of flowers started it all. 

It began in 2020 where I was hopeful that fall. 

The steps of flowers is where I created new friends. 

Walking too and from classes tired but just wanting to fit in. 

But the steps of flowers quickly changed. 

Instead of walking with grace over those steps I began to walk with chains. 

The steps of flowers soon guided me to my safe space. 

The space was filled with a warm face.

 She greeted me in her office just to the left. 

In the safe space I told her about my friend death.

 Although my friend followed me from classes and lived in my head. 

Death was too afraid to enter her office ahead.

On the steps of flowers I was sent away.

 My safe space was gone because I struggled to stay.

In the car, I turned and looked at the steps of flowers and began to cry. 

Thinking about how I was forced to say goodbye. 

Now on the steps of flowers I feel okay. 

Forever reminded of that day. 

Now I know good things happen in this place.