There's this flower I love so much. It's neither too fancy nor too shabby either; it possesses just the right amount of beauty.
When faced with harsh weather, it endures...until it finds just the right Condition to thrive under the new sun that life gives it. Perhaps you could call it another chance given it to prove itself, to show that it has what it takes to survive in this cold world.
I won't tell you the name of that flower, but I'm guessing you know it already—at least if you love flowers and study them half as much as I do. But rather, I want you to remember something; probably the next time life throws something your way that you label damaging, remember this could as well be signs that you exist and you are not a singular entity entirely alone as you might deem yourself in this case. But instead you could be a flower who isn't afraid to glide along with the tide, when things go haywire and adapt as needed, and when the storm does pass, remember this was one more perk that came your way to tell life you aren't scared and that just as a stranger, perhaps from afar might admire the strength of the tiniest wallflower, someone out there might admire, love and care for the colors you put on every single day.
The thing about this one flower is that it doesn't fake elegance while it is silently dying inside. Its petals take just the right hues to tell you: 'yes. I'm suffering, but I will see the sun again ' and that's probably the most endearing message you can get when you're alone and going through a lot too.
Whenever you do fall in the future, remember that flower and fall it out; don't fake it. But remember to leave a message of not giving up, and when you're ready and the time is right, and the world isn't so cold anymore, show the ones who stay your beautiful petals and let them love you until both your heart aches.
So whenever you go through your worst, I want you to remember that there are perks to falling too; and the ones who fall gracefully are the most beautiful souls you'll ever meet.
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Whispers From The Dark
PoetryIt all started with one person -the bane of my existence. And from there, the whole random package. This has to be the deepest emotions I've felt penned down in one single book-did i break that person or did I end up broken?
