She stares off into the distance.
Her hair flowing with the waves of the wind.
The adrenaline,
Yet comfort of her feet dangling off the edge.
The waves of the water below.
In her hand,
A rose lays.
The simple beauty of the rose.
Anyone can love a rose, it's inner beauty leaving everything in awe.
But what about the leaf?
A leaf lays, beneath the rose,
Clearly unnoticed before.
It takes a lot to love a leaf,
It's forgotten.
She smiles in pain.
She is the leaf.
Letting the rose drain the talent, beauty, everything that she is.
Her.
But no one notices.
The pain of a leaf.
It's the representation of her life.
She lets go.
In a flurry, the rose and leaf cascades down and is lost within the waves of the water.
It's hard to remember the leaf.
It will be forgotten soon.
She lets go.
Yet.
This time.
It is different.
The wind feels fierce yet comforting.
As she feels herself falling.
Soon to be forgotten.
Just as the leaf.
She collides, resulting in numbness.
A flurry of waves surround her.
The once seemingly soft waves, now violently throwing her in all directions.
Yet always
Going
Down.
She is beginning to lose herself.
She knew.
She couldn't swim.
But.
No one would remember a leaf.
A pull, a tug, a movement.
Numb to everything, yet she still felt it.
Another presence.
She feels herself come in contact with the ground again.
One time more than expected.
The presence, drenched.
His eyes.
Tired and full of worry.
Her dull blue eyes still out of focus.
Yet,
Focusing on the reality.
Maybe the leaf isn't always forgotten.
She smiles in the slightest manner.
She looks at him and thinks.
Anyone can love a rose. No one loves a leaf, because
It is ordinary.
It is ordinary to love the beautiful.
But it is beautiful to love the ordinary.
