The Flower

By all means as a flower, blooming was inevitable... looking back now, such were naïve thoughts. To my own demise, I had not yet realised I did not possess the ability. Unlike everyone else, I could not ascend.  Is there something wrong with me? And so, I ran before they could realise I did not want to participate in all the horrible things they do the broken ones.  I left behind all that I knew, the gusts carrying me as I flew to greater heights, seeing things I had never sought to see... and yet the guilt of leaving everyone dragged me down. I had a duty to fulfil and I had cowered away. But this was for the best.  If I were to return, i know the only thing awaiting my arrival was the omnipresent earth that engulfed "the handful of us unworthy of life".    And so I forgot the guilt, and shook off any thoughts of returning. All I could do now was soar further and further, feeling brand new winds and experiencing unfamiliar Fragrances. An everlasting peace washed over me, as if I were reborn without the weight of responsibility and stress befalling upon me, for I had already felt enough. I enjoyed my quick swim downstream, and the feeling of comfort became more normal to me as I basked in the spring sunlight. The worries of the past no longer haunted me, and I could now live my life in peace. And yet everyday... I felt something amiss. As if I was just temporarily safe. But, foolish as per usual, I ignored it all.   But the changes were more evident by the day.   I could no longer feel the winds or smell the fragrances. I could no longer float serenely downstream. I felt myself shrinking. My skin turning brown. What was happening? Could this be the impending crisis I had run from?   All the days I had spent forgetting the past... the past had caught up to me And now I must suffer like I was destined to.

I now wilt away, alone, as the sun that once kept me warm now penetrates my skin and tears me open.  And my life that was never really meant to be, whisks away.

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