METAPHORICAL POEMS TO GET RID OF PESSIMISM

maybe i was so damn cruel...

I have a field.
Full of Roses, of all colors.
red, pink, yellow, apricot, white.
I plant these roses because they are my feelings.
My tastes.
My emotions.
My creativity.
And when I could,
I could get more seeds.

Lately, my roses were radiant, colorful, blooming.
I collected them.
I separated by colors.
Until

People different from me also have their own field of flowers.
Your planting method.
Care for yourself.
And when I realize that the person is having difficulties or has no flowers.
I give some of my roses.
Whether for the help with planting, or for the empathy I felt.

Unfortunately, I gave away all the roses I had.
They all needed my help.
And I felt the need to help.
Whether with the flower or the seeds.

I sat in my field, planting the rest of the seeds I had.

Every now and then they gave me petals.
I loved these petals.
Then they asked me for more roses, they would even deliver them. But the seeds were still germinating.

unfortunately, my field ran out of color.
My skies are cloudy.
I haven't paid much attention, since I needed to work, study, sleep, eat, live.
The only thing I had were dried petals.

My friend was present.

- Hey...I need a rose...- I said withdrawn.

- Calm down, we'll sort it out, what happened to your soil? - He asked me looking worried.

- I just need a rose... I don't have any, and I can't have time to take care of my field at the moment.

- I'll be better, have you ever seen a flower farmer? - he questioned me.

- I'm seeing everything with my florist, I just need a rose, that's all.

- Sorry... I was thinking...

- thinking about? - I looked at my friend confused.

- Maybe I'm insufficient...

- No, you're already trying, it's enough for me. I only need one rose, because I gave away all the ones I had...

my day ended there...
After asking for roses, I went to my house and slept.
I have never felt so forgotten in my life.