thanks to torn up flowerbed.
the roses are dead.
When I was younger, before doing artwork on my current account, I was very well known for very repetitive, badly crafted artwork which I did not really put that much effort into. I don’t always like to say it was bad because I do know people did like the art I made, but trust me when I say in the technical aspects, it was bad.
My artwork would often associate with roses and soon enough I was outcasted because I did not agree with somebody else. Soon enough, people noticed I wasn’t around very much. So then went forward, my attempt to befriend that person and hopefully have a truce.
Soon enough a fan of my artwork came to me, named Elizabeth. She stated she wasn’t happy with the way I was defending the girl I had originally disliked for being rude. I ignored her because I heard it was the best course of action. I was wrong.
I was then proceeded to be ‘ranted on’ or in other words be placed on public display for the rude behaviour I had shown, I came to realise I was not acting right. I was in fact, not being fair to everyone by biastly following this mean individual. I decided to cut ties with her and apologise to Elizabeth, in which I met my secondary friend, Heather.
We came together and talked and soon enough, we all began becoming friends. It is a true blessing to know, we are still friends to this day. I think they knew when they spoke to me, I wasn’t a bad person, I was just making a mistake blindlessly following a mean-hearted individual. I apologised to those I did wrong during the situation.
I was confused because some people were saying to ignore this group, to not talk to Elizabeth but in reality, I came to realise, that ignoring the issue made it worse. If you have a problem with someone it’s always best to battle that issue head-on.
The mean-spirited girl however, still to this day does not like me, even after multiple attempts to be-friend her and fix our bond. She now sees me as a two-faced backstabber, despite being openly honest to her about my feelings. However, sometimes, you just can’t please everyone.
This was the first time, I realised honesty was much more important than I had initally thought in my younger teen years.
This poem is structured in a Senryu form, it was interesting to write, definitely a bit of a puzzle to make, but I do believe it makes you think about what words are most important in a poem to prioritise.