This flower stops growing
Her stem bows in defeat
Her petals fall
Day by day
The gentle breeze collects them all.
This flower,now bare still stands
Waiting for change
To save what little remains
Then stops.
It was meant to be this way
I was meant to wilt away
Can't change the consequences
That came with its fear.
Can't change the outcome
Which started with a tear.
May the remains of me, though not intact
Find the right moment
To bring beauty to where it lands.
I wish not to be a reminder of a flower who couldn't be.
I wish not dwell on the tragedy that liberated me.
Find me when you need me, I'll be a memory
-F
