Resilient Bloom

In fields of sorrow, a lone flower weeps,

Petals hanging heavy, with secrets to keep.

Its vibrant colors muted, by the weight of despair,

A reminder of beauty lost, beyond repair.

Each petal a tear, shed in silent grief,

A symbol of love that fades like a leaf.

Bent beneath unspoken, heavy strain,

The flower wilts, its spirit drained.

In sorrow's grasp, its spirit true,

Unyielding strength, in all it knew.

Through trials and tears, in the gloom,

A guiding light, a resilient bloom.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

The contrasts you construed between a flower to a lost love are most profound. Such a compelling read, with extraordinary lines! I hope to read more. Wonderful to meet you, Paige.