Bloom. Grow.
the sun forces me to stretch
to reach my fingers to the sky
and pray for nourishment
Bloom. Grow.
with water
I feel replenished
with love
I am whole
Bloom. Grow.
short in height
petals twisted and awry
I am picked
why me?
why now?
Why?
Why do I steal the wealth of plants around you?
the need of validation leads to
dilapidation
the renovation of creation
in my genetic information
—
Bloom. Grow.
I cannot.
no longer supported.
I stand alone.
—
A rose blooms twice
but after a fall
my bloom left me vulnerable
with nothing at all.
I smile with petals
a grin behind sorrow
I hide all my flaws
I’ll show them tomorrow.
With poison I live
standing one more day,
until time kicks in
and my flaws extend their stay.
Petal by petal,
exposure is near
I kneel before my lord,
my praying he hears.
I gave all I had
to be the best
I lie on the wayside,
softly put to rest.
—
Cut, we are
if beauty’s exposed
outside and in
without any clothes
The happiness given
gives us worth
yet here I lay
decomposed in dirt
To wish to be ugly
ordinary and plain
is to wish for a life
of waiting in vain
Love your flower
was chosen at birth
stretch out your legs
and into the earth
—
So which flower would you be?
none of it matters
don’t you see?
Lauded like laurels, or an iris in bloom
your petals can shine
if you shine in the gloom.
By Daniel Robinson.
