Herbicide

I feel sorry for the orchid on my nightstand.
It doesn't know I won't let myself succeed in it's care.
I've decided myself to be incapable of nourishment.
I do not foster.
I cannot.
Am I cursed? Maybe.
Possibly some yet undiscovered affliction that I suffer from.
Maybe, simply, it's just not my purpose.
Or that not being able to care for, to tend, or to love a thing
is
my purpose.

It doesn't deserve to be neglected, I see that,
but if I did water her, and perched her in just enough sunlight
that she might begin to grow,
and place her just out of the way enough that she wouldn't be disturbed
by mail, car keys, loose change, books, or candles,
that she might find this enough,
flourishing with deep green leaves and beautiful ivory pedals
to brighten and bring light to this life
as a way of showing appreciation and giving back-
if I could do that- care for something,
successfully,
no matter how small,
my rules would have to change.
I would evidently not be cursed with the inability to care for something.
It would not be my purpose in life to let my relationships wither.
It would mean it is not impossible for me to care for, to tend, and to love,
and I cannot let that happen.

Either I cannot,
or every time I have tried and failed was
because my care and love were not enough.
I'm sorry.

Reviews

[B]

We often fall into this loop
of thinking we are cursed

But in life there is an eternal cycle
of being reborn through time, events, moments

I really like your artistic touch and usage of objects to convey such a delicate message

Really well done

[S.L.P]

i really love the way that this is put together!! the way that the orchid is used is highly effective and the flow is beautiful, I'll for sure be looking at your other works.