A Flower

I can't help but wonder
About every little thing
About the coulds and what ifs
And what the future still might bring
I can't help but wonder
The purpose of the hurt
The joy that comes in moments
And what I wish that I could word
To meet within my dreams
And share all I want to say
If only till I wake
Maybe that could be a way
I can't help but wonder
If there is a narrative
A chapter in between
Then maybe I'd forgive
The seconds that last hours
The moments I can't leave
The feeling of a touch
And the sounds in memories
I can't help but wonder
If maybe time is still my friend
One to trust and follow blindly
To find myself again
And maybe I'm not trapped
In a mind I can't control
But a flower still yet blooming
Till I am finally whole

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

This poem flowed like a stream, unpredictable. Enjoyed reading. Good one

[Brad Dehler]

Yes, the start is not predictable, I like it. The coulds and what ifs... yet the title keeps one wondering "where is this going"? The flower grows, blooms, tilts. All while we spin our wheels and ponder eternities