By Reem Ansari
I'm just a pretty flower
With my petals a little weakened
And my roots no longer deepened
In this vase of wrath and hatred.
But, I tried not to shrivel
Though my scents have now unsweetened
While my thorns, somehow, been sharpened;
So, it's time for me to wither.
I was shattered; torn apart,
But, by my soil, I was awakened
That, I need to be strengthened
Before I bloom the next time.
I lay broken within my soil
That's infested with warmongers
Who proved out to be the wrongers,
But, they won't stop me again.
It's time to say goodbye
For I shall bloom when I'm stronger;
When my roots would have grown longer
'Cause wilted ones are thrown away.
Now, I see the settling sun
As I bury down my anger.
But then, I start to wonder
"Will I always be
there’s something really honest about this that stayed with me. the flower thing didn’t feel overdone …it just made sense… especially the way you showed that shift from softness to strength… that last line really got me.. i like that you didn’t try to tie it up neatly… it made it feel more real