Flowers

not the right season for this kind of poem, at all...its an old one I found, from a little over a year ago.

Flowers,

We all have things that we have to grow through,

at times, life is inconvenient, at best,

like the tiny flower growing out of concrete.

I may seem hard on the outside, but inside I am soft.

I flow, like a River.

I let my pain go into a much more vast Sea.

We must continue to grow like the seedling.

I anticipated heavy rainfall,

but not the scorching Sun.

It hurts my skin.

I wilt and I faint.

This World, has not been kind to me.

This cocoon, is my body.

My bones are brittle.

I await the mercy of rebirth.

Author's Note

Revolution Dark Floral Print, by AWB.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too my friend.
"This cocoon, is my body.
My bones are brittle.
I await the mercy of rebirth."
I tell people. We will change faces and we will change how we think many tines in a long life. Rebirth is necessary. Thank you dear poet for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I like this poem and I'm really fond of flowers of all types. The gladiolus are my favorites. Wishing you a kinder world that eases your mind and heart. Bless, F.

[light and ashes]

Thank you.

[Wesley Dingler]

I was just dropping by to do some late night poetry reading and naturally I decided to start at the top of the list.
Let me preface by saying this is wonderfully artful to be short as it is. Also short as it is it speaks volumes to a nature lover like me. I love the earthy yet harsh tone. It makes me think of how strong plants must be where I am from to survive the summer. It also echoes to me how strong you have been all this time to have come so far in so many different climates.
Congratulations on both that feat and this wonderful art stroke.

[light and ashes]

You are biased, lol. thank you.

[Wesley Dingler]

I am, indeed. So what? Everything is bias. That is to say everything is based on personal oppinion.
Sue me.

P.S.
I love you.

[SkinlessFrank]

A hopeful thought. When I come back I am hoping it will be as an oak tree in a forest of hickories and pines.

[light and ashes]

Thank you for reading and for reviewing.

[Marie]

A very finely penned poem which provides much food for thought to your reader. Wild flowers don't care where they grow and regardless of the circumstances they will find a way, not just to grow but to survive in spite of the odds against them. Every situation in life that challenges us and we overcome the challenge, we grow from in different ways, but especially Spiritually. We become stronger and more prepared for the next challenge. No matter how many lifetimes we live we will always have different challenges to face and overcome. An elegant metaphoric write. I enjoyed reading and thank you for sharing...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

rebirth...rejuvenation...hope...
I really like the idea of growing through tribulations rather than going through them.
that "r" makes so much difference in how we view our lives and the ups and downs.
j.

[light and ashes]

It really does....thank you.

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful poem. Enjoyed reading

[light and ashes]

thank you.

[Arundass TP]

Welcome friend 😊

[emmajoygreen]

At root we are what we come from, remaining similar til we fade or.. adopt what we can if only to survive.
Life is not always an award but a trial.. but.. we need try best we can and - we can.
Fine words, a battle of letters maybe, trying to find strength.. seems you can - and do,

'I await the mercy of rebirth.' You're words, attitude is courageous and defiant - the time to be, to act has come.