The Sleeping Flower

The Sleeping Flower

A Poem by ~ScreamingSilently~

The Sleeping Flower
Born in blood and raised in the dark.
To listen to the lonely lark
For flowers grow, but fade away
New buds will grow and die each day
We see beauty in their dying breaths
And morn their loss with many deaths
Why do they grow, when they know they'll fade?
They always fall for the price they paid.
Petals fly, and children cry
Let the sleeping flower lie.
For some pain demands to be felt
And It sits there while its feelings melt
Although no warmth reaches their roots
They have learned so much from this painful pursuit
For that is where their deepest fears lurk
The people laugh, they point, they even smirk
They don't realize that our hells are real
We've been cold and empty since you broke the seal.
Living lives of shattered glass
Waiting for their time to pass
Not realizing that we too, are those flowers
Living our lives in tears and showers
We are watered with hurt, to grow into strengths
What we've been through encourages us to go to great lengths
To build us up, and make us more
Repair our hearts from those who tore
Because we can't only be made of our flaws
There's more than whats been torn by claws
No longer can we wear the identity of broken
We keep it as a battle token
But we are not fallen heroes, because today we will stand
On top of the world for anyone who needs a helping hand
For we know how it feels to be crushed by the world
Our soul was stolen, our hearts were hurled
We fought our battle, and we fought our war
We've grown stronger, now our hearts soar
Proof of our struggle lays upon our bodies, littered with scars
We keep them to remember what we've been through, and we do, when we look to the stars.

© 2014 ~ScreamingSilently~


Author's Note

~ScreamingSilently~
Please give honest opinions. This is my way of expression.

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There are many things that a dead body can symbolize, and you can see many of them. An end, defeat, war and even peace. It's strange how all these things can be born from something dead. Well done :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

~ScreamingSilently~

10 Years Ago

Thank you :)

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Added on June 16, 2014
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