I'm afraid that, at one point or another, I'm
going to force myself to stop feeling this
way about you,
As I have done many times before with
others.
It correlates to the feeling of rejection and
hurt,
Enabling me to run away from my own
fears with my cowardice anxiety by my
side,
Gripping tightly to my hand and furthering
away from you.
Whilst there, at this new home and safety
of mine,
A woman asked me of why I'd run. Why I'd
used up energy to escape a lovingly
positive feeling.
And created it to be a bad thing.
I explained to her my past, and how it has
made me fearful of a future in that
regards.
She showed me a garden,
Colours strikingly bright to the eye,
Buzzes coming from the insect's
excitement
And I'd noticed, within a large group of red
roses, there laid a yellow
Leant against a red rose.
I asked her, why only one?
And why within the midst of all red?
She told me she'd painted it, for whatever
reason she wasn't sure, and she was quite
certain it was slowly killing the flower.
She asked me which I had noticed first, and I
told her the yellow, to which she replied:
"Out of a large group of red, your eyes
focused on the yellow. Out of all
negatives, my dear, you should only focus
on the positives."
"Of course," she added. "Only in these situations."
how are red roses yellow, part 2, is essentially a poem based off of dream I had, mixed with my own words of positivity encouragement & briefly from what I'd been told by 2/3 teachers of mine from school last year.
