January 8, 2019.




a sunflower's life

I'm peering outside this window pane
Beads of rain dancing down the dusty glass
Reminding me of shaky hands desperate in prayer
Or of bitter tears falling down flushed cheeks

 

I'm trying to find the sunlight,
but she's buried in the past
Climbing from out of the soil and shooting through the tall grass
Arising as a flower
Making me breathe in her soft whispers and vibrant laughs

 

She's kissing someone out in this rain
I feel it in my bones, a sign of a bigger storm
Nature can create this sort of pain, but not allow me to give it away
And now I'm left to decay like these everchanging leaves and be cut open by my own thorns

 

Oh, but isn't this how the sunflowers bloom?
They use your broken heart as fuel
Her roots run deep and she says she needs none
yet she depends on her own inspiring sun

 

And though I clearly see him now
I dare not block his burning light
If I love her enough, I'll surpress my feelings
I will not take away her very source of life

 

She keeps me breathing but he makes her live and thrive
A sunflower's life is much more valuable than mine
Some say we could coexist, but I won't allow myself to cast such a small shadow
I suck the air out of a person's lungs and I refuse to cause more damage than what I've already done





Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2019-01-08 at 23:46

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
This is powerfully good! Beautiful language and lovely flow. 👏👏👏
2019-01-09