Precious Flower

I am entering a contest on positive mental health and overcoming issues, so I did a revision of 'My Precious Flower' for it. Please give it to me straight, I enjoy winning ;) Thank you for reading!

The precious flower stood tall,

Showering the garden with light and joy.

The precious flower stood strong,

Each petal a ray of sunshine, daring anything to damper it’s light

The precious flower was beautiful,

No diamond could live up to the gem it was.

One day the sunshine dimmed.

The clouds darkened, and the wind began to pick up.

The precious flower didn’t care,

Nothing could hurt it.

The intense wind came on even stronger,

With a sudden rage.

The dark gushes of wind ripped through the precious flower,

The storm raged with fury as it destroyed the work of art.

It tore off the wondrous petals.

It broke the perfect stem.

The garden once filled with light and joy,

Was now a place of chaos and destruction.

The precious flower,

Alone on the ground.

Its petals aray,

Its leave gone in the wind.

The precious flower was losing its vibrance.

The precious flower was fading out of existence.

As the precious flower laid, demolished on the grass, a ray of sunshine hit the last petal.

The flower curled in its warmth,

Holding onto it with only a sliver of hope.

As night began to fall, the flower remembered;

She is not submissive.

She is not weak.

She is not something that gives up.

The precious flower dug its roots back into the ground.

It worked it’s way up off the ground.

The precious flower was not going to be beat down; It was here to stay.

With determination, the flower grew back it’s petals.

It filled in its stem and sprouted beautiful leaves.

The precious flower was mind blowing.

There had never been such a perfect resemblance of faith.

The ray of light saved the precious flower.

The little ray of light, saved me.

Author's Note

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