A lone flower trapped in the cement of a sidewalk, filled with thorns to keep others away, yet these very same thorns seem to astound people. Bystanders like to watch but do nothing to free this flower from this cement that kills so slowly and softly. This cement only fortifies these thorns, letting them grow and sharpen until none can dare to touch this flower anymore.
Maybe one day it can be free of this dead cement and in a field filled with flowers. Maybe one day someone will find the strength of heart to cut these vicious thorns of pain and sorrow. But for now, this flower is trapped in this dead cement, rotting away with the sharpest of thorns. The sun shines in the sky, mocking, while the passer-bys continue to haunt the flower's days.
Key/Legend
3 comments:
Interesting, I like the simplicity, the cleanness and the overall sparse nature, that reveals the point...keep it up.
been a while since I visited your site. Glad to see you haven't lost your touch
Very well written poem.
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