When the Flower Opens (Poem)

You rest your head against me

And our hearts sync

I wanted to give you the sunlit horizon

To drain away my morose

But it broke me

And I was a madwoman

Tearing at her skirts

In the town square

Sackcloth and ashes indeed

Yet you were there

Silently growing

As though my tears were only rain

Watering your delicateness

Lending nutrition to you strength.

Then I knew that I had this

At least


2 thoughts on “When the Flower Opens (Poem)

  1. There is something so humbling about how simple a flower’s needs are. A gentle reminder that even with the littlest of resources…there can still be growth. Lovely poem. Thank you for sharing this with us. ❤

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