the petals of a wilted flower, carry with it the spores of many lives.
found in-between the cracks of concrete and steel,
the boundless love of a wilted flower carries within its womb;
the hope for a new life.
with every kind flower, a tear falls
and with every tear, the excuses start to grow weaker.
the butterflies cluster around the oozing miasma of a broken but kind flower.
but even through the concrete,
a flower learns to rage,
to expand,
like a silent rebellion beneath the rough and against all odds.
surely, it will bloom.
again, you will bloom.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 6:15 AM UTC
the petals of a wilted flower, carry with it the spores of many lives.
found in-between the cracks of concrete and steel,
the boundless love of a wilted flower carries within its womb;
the hope for a new life.
with every kind flower, a tear falls
and with every tear, the excuses start to grow weaker.
the butterflies cluster around the oozing miasma of a broken but kind flower.
but even through the concrete,
a flower learns to rage,
to expand,
like a silent rebellion beneath the rough and against all odds.
surely, it will bloom.
again, you will bloom.
tears seem to soften the concrete below.