almost two years
and what i have done in those
two years alone
the sunflower stem,
broken and withered, it's wound
bare and vulnerable
is finally able to become
a subject of the love i should
have caressed it in
when all i could do
was leave it to dry up, it's soil
cracking and shriveled
but now, watered
and nurtured, and cared for
slowly and slowly
the leaves begin
to grow again, its stem standing upright
and the flower;
it's golden petals
begin to blossom and bloom,
flourishing
the sunflower
becomes it's own sun, grown again;
now my own sunflower
the third and final part of the three parts, finished after almost two years
