Flowers are different. Just like us.
They all have different shapes, but that's what makes them special.
They shine so brightly, in different colors.
They have uniquely shaped petals.
They possess captivating qualities.
And each have their own story, all just like us.
Our stories begin and end the same,
Yet we're all so different from each other.
Every person you see, a friend, colleague, even a stranger.
They all have their stories.
Some flowers live in remotely good environment, others had to fight to survive.
There's also flowers which are well liked for their appearances,
while others get overlooked because they're "unattractive."
Dandelions go far and wide,
Meanwhile mimosa's stay in the same place, although they have potential.
Sunflowers take the easy road, they rely on birds to spread their seeds.
Lotus flowers stay to what they know best.
All just like us.
Sakura blooms are fragile, they die easily,
Cacti have learnt to live independently, without anyone else,
Both die without proper care in the end,
One is just quicker than the other.
We all grow, we all wither, yet our stories live on,
Just like the flowers, always finding a way to bloom again,
Whether quick to bloom or slow to grow,
We all find our place under the same sky,
Reaching for the light.
"Hi Deona. Wow - I really enjoyed reading your poem. You’ve crafted such a thoughtful and heartfelt piece that beautifully explores the theme of diversity and human experience through the metaphor of flowers. It’s clear you’ve put genuine emotion and reflection into every stanza. It is a sincere piece with a strong voice. Keep writing and don’t be afraid to experiment even more with rhythm, line breaks, and poetic devices. I’m really proud of you." My heart broke.
