The Flower

A seed of strange in my courtyard sown

Such a weed of origin unknown

Several times did I try to make it wither

I showed it no kindness but a world harsh and bitter

But upon my eyes was the vision of a soul refusing to die

Of a untouchable optimism reaching for no less than the sky

Unable to torture such vigor any longer

I took it as my own and made it my purpose to make it stronger

And one day I had the grace to see

My own adopted life bloom so brilliantly

Such colors as to brighten a dark and hardened world

All tightly in such a little being swirled

A brightness added to the whole of the earth

Such a tiny thing in my eyes holding untold worth

Such beauty added to my own being

From the efforts of my work finally seeing

But the day did come in the impending fall

When I did believe I would lose it all

My joy’s petals dimmed as if it were ill

I feared the thief of death my hope to steal

As days passed on fallen petals covered ground

And as death passed through grief the only sound

My soul withered with my once bright light

As it died so did all that was right

Left in sadness in a world so covered in ice

My little innocence it’s chosen sacrifice

The only two options may a blind heart know

One in hope and one only in tear’s overflow

My flower in its death may have spread life to the dirt

And when the time of life arrives may it again lift all hurt

But also it may have nothing more that it may give

And then in my depression only remember when it did live

So in anticipation I readily wait

To see if I can have my love or if it’s too late

Reviews

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Wow such a deep emotional read, enjoyed,
love the rhyme scheme