A Fragile Wild Flower

I wrote this earlier today (8-19-08) Inspired by the wild flowers growing around me.

 

I feel as fragile as a newly born wild flower bursting through the rough soil

For so long I have been in the wet cold ground- forgetting what it was like to be free-

The eyes of my heart were finally opened when the warmth of your grace painted upon me.

You could say I was a late bloomer because I have held myself in but wild when let loose

 

I came to know the world of vicious rumors and beautiful lies well enough to laugh it off because it hurt too much to do anything else.

I wasn’t up for the whole “blame-game” therefore I amassed all the pain, anger, sorrow, and disappointing love into a treacherous seed that wouldn’t dare to move forward.

As my stubbornness shows through my unwillingness to push through that dense covering I knew I wouldn’t just take the easy excuse out of this.

Excuse: It was all a big mistake.

That it didn’t mean the world to me.

That it was a misunderstanding.

That I regretted every inch of what happened,

 

If I can even dare to think this next one:

It was your fault.

 

No, I can’t. It meant everything to me. It was a feeling that I had never felt towards any human being.

A feeling of unending faith in one person

To have every thought filled with you in mind.

I wanted the world for you.

[[ I was terribly in love with you ]]

 

I regret the pain it caused everyone, I regret that I hurt Yours truly, but other than that I don’t.

Maybe that makes me who I am. ~Another reason to be angry with myself~

All of this has caused me to put everything in my wound locking my mind and soul inside.

 

But now, now, I am a fragile wild flower blowing gently in the wind praying not to be pushed too far but to go as remote, outlying, and away from here as possible.

A flower that is moving forward in the right direction - though it drifts with the indefinte breeze-

I am dying to be able to get back to the kind of happiness where I can blow in the wind smoothly not worrying about too much rain but enjoying the life around me as a fragile but wild flower.

 

 

Author's Note

I think i have a problem with staying on my topic, but I think i got the point across. o well. ignore grammar, i'll go back and fix it. Critque it please!

Reviews

[Idyllwyld]

A noble and romantic piece...

First, put aside that cliche concept of Romance as lovey-duvy stuff! (Despite this piece being about love).

I mean, 'romantic' in terms of the fantasy, that delusion those in love fall into where the world never ends and time freezes, where that One with you is a Constant, and the thought of them not being There hardly crosses the mind (and if it does, it's quickly spurred away out of fear). Romantic in terms of optimism, of moving forward regardless, even if the path is vast and the wind blows from every direction.

It is my belief that hapless romantics either become pathos-inducing bleeding Romantics, or Davy Jones. In truth, they're one in the same; the only difference is that the latter, in an effort to somehow curb all the rampant feelings and pain, has discovered that rather than try to pen it up they just CHANGE the love into something not dissimilar: hate.

"I was terribly in love with you." Terribly, indeed. Terrible. yes.

Now, onto the less glamorous but usually constructive Technical Portion.

There's two style elements in this: the Romantic imagery, and the very real prose Thoughts. The two don't fully transition between each other as smoothly as they could. I personally don't mind, but since I'm supposed to nitpick (I think?) that's something you could fix if you wanted to.

Maybe try putting "~Another reason to be angry with myself~" in red; just see what happens.

In all, the feeling came through, and that's all that matters in the end. Mayhap it's only because I empathize, having been there, still doing that, so I'm biased in regards to the message's communication. But, rest assured, at least one person out in the audience is nodding.

[Wildecat]

A beautiful and romantic piece, a definite pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing.

[BrightEyes]

ohhhh I loved the fantasy here - flowers in love with humans - a tragic and fateful romance to be certain; but so pure in it's devotion. poor little wildflower was doomed to be disappointed - and no didn't miss the metaphor - just delighted in it :-)

[Lestat's daughter]

It's long. Could cut it down a little and maybe space it out more so it looks mroe like a poem instead of a story. But otherwise it's good!

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it is very true, but pushing through and discovering more is where the real mysteries lie..if you don't have the courage you rob yourself of what you really want in life.

[Lyrical Love]

Refreshing! I really liked-" I am a fragile wild flower blowing gently in the wind praying not to be pushed too far ". That sounds like me...and my struggles!
Great job! Lyrical