Little White Flower

This piece was inspired by a very personal, dark experience that I will never forget... but I wanted to turn it into a creative piece to create a positive outcome of a negative situation.

Blossoming and blooming,
blushing for the light. Bright in a valley only filled with night. 
A still ocean, undisturbed. Harbouring beauty and warmth. 

A single drop, hitting the ground. 
Opening the sky of fear and doubt.
Before the uncontrollable storm, sets in on the rocks; 
and shakes, shakes, shakes.

The flower is faded now; 
chewed up and spit out.
Ripped, snatched;
shaken. Shaped by brutal surroundings.
A charcoal mess; as the dying remain of endless wasted potential. 
Cold; as a sharp slice of ice.
Damaged and damaging alike.