Jung and The Flower

Bloomed

I am the wilted flower.
dry, colourless, weak.
the best thing to describe me.

Once I was a blooming flower.
like the sunflower,
until when the sun hid.
like lotus,
until the water dried.
like fresh grown,
until no one tended.

when they left me,
instead of caring me.

Grew in the vase.
cared by the florists.
both of them,
finally left.

Been alone.
no one to talk to.
no one to be with.
completely by myself.
remoted.

The bouquet I was tied to,
rejected me.
cut me down.
disposed me.
threw me to the dark pit.

Left me to dry.
left me colourless.
left me weakened.

watered myself.
fixed myself.
grew myself.
yet I failed.
but the ones who abandoned me,
don't have the honour to care.

My petals fell.
my root weakened.
my colours faded.

It lasted long,
until the rain poured.
poured his water on me.
poured his story on me.

And the rain is you.

ーthe flower, 17:29 p.m.
alive but not living.