The Flower
A Poem Without The Happy Ending You'll Want
I love the way this poem ends, not trying to coax more of a story after the flower’s tragic knowing. We often want to move so quickly past our pains, especially our deepest hurts. We don’t want to feel it anymore, experience it anymore. But we must, if for even a moment, acknowledge our experience, our emotions, our mind, our body, to let healing to take root.
The Flower
A wilting flower dances She is in the breeze now Letting it shift her shape Pull her, tug at her tips Her limbs a wild atrocity When it rains she smiles She likes the way it puddles At her base, in her crevices How it slides down an effortless weight And she remembers This is how it started A puddle transformed to a pond With only time and rain as its currency She had looked around then, frantic Until all she saw were lifeless limbs
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What emotions does death bring up for you? Does it make you uncomfortable, unsettled, sad, confused? Do you appreciate it, notice it? Often, we feel more than one thing at a time, and that’s ok, even if the feelings are seemingly at odds.
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