In the Shadows Of Poetry

Black Velvet Petunia

In a garden
where sunlight barely penetrates,
where shadows dance
in the wind beneath the night sky,
grows a flower
shrouded in a veil of sorrow,
a black velvet petunia,
with dark petals
that tell a story,
a story of pain
hidden in silence,
a tale
that whispers of lost hopes,
of loves
that faded into darkness.

Its color
is deeper than the night,
dark as a starless sky,
in its embrace,
light is lost,
leaving only the weight
that rests upon the heart,
it is a flower
that carries the shadow of the past,
in each of its folds,
it hides pain,
a silent witness
to all the tears
ever shed
beneath the cold moon.

In the velvet petals,
there is an emptiness
that winds
like a veil around the heart,
an emptiness
that leaves traces,
that consumes joy
and replaces it with sorrow,
it is a shadow
that follows every step,
and in its depths,
we find loneliness,
spreading like an endless sea,
and in its waves, the last glimmers of hope
drown.

The black petunia is a symbol
of unspoken words,
all those feelings
we never dare to express,
it is a quiet voice
that whispers into the darkness,
and in every tone,
there is the sound of pain
that keeps returning,
that keeps reminding,
it is a flower
that doesn't adorn
but reminds,
that even in beauty,
sorrow can hide,
that even in life, there is a shadow
that never truly leaves.

But there is also strength,
a strength that transforms
pain into wisdom,
it is a flower
that teaches us to embrace our wounds,
that shows us
how to face sorrow,
it is a reminder
that pain is part of the journey,
that even when the world is dark and cold,
there is always the black petunia
growing in silence,
guiding us,
whispering
that we are not alone,
that even in the deepest darkness,
something beautiful can bloom.

And so, when you gaze
at the black velvet petunia,
know that within its depths lies strength,
a strength that can
lead you through your own shadows,
that can show you
the way back to the light,
it is a flower
that reminds you
that even in pain,
you can find beauty,
that even in sorrow,
you can find meaning,
and in its silent testimony,
you find comfort,
that accompanies you,
that embraces you,
that teaches you
that life is a journey
full of thorns,
but also of flowers
that shine in the dark.