Petals

And all I have left:

A series of sighs in the form of regret.

No formal warnings of a storm up ahead.

A simple tornado of mistakes from the past,

Staring me down, I brace at its wrath.

Swearing out loud, retracing my path.

All of the should'ves and could'ves

I wouldn't have done,

matters not much; I couldn't have won.

This winter was cold. There was not enough sun.

Flowers would've rot regardless, I've learned:

I held this white rose, 

then set it a part from the rest of the reds.

It was my choice to drop,

but I loved it instead.

I knew that someday, I might have to let go.

I cared for it dear,

but I wasn't its home.

So painful to hold

on to something

you know that you can't.

And all I have left

is the scent of a rose

that would die with my plans.

I gripped it so hard

that thorns

left a scar

on the palm of my hands.

No longer shall I hold a flower like that, ever again.

(You won't understand).

Now, all I have left...

Is maybe the power to hold up my breath.

One final verse

so the truth can be read.

One last refrain,

till the music would fade.

You were my last hope,

my last heave, in a sense.

This pen will retire till I feel again.

Until I'm inspired, to look at the stars.

So let me embrace

the storm and the dark.

For now,

I'll go on: eyes closed, and closed heart.

Maybe then,

I'll find a rose that can leave me no marks.

Reviews

[Rachael Lea]

Wouldn't you know another beautiful piece. This is very sad.

[J.A]

Haha yes. But I also have another voice. It's a humorous, sometimes inappropriate voice. Hope you don't mind, I sometimes have a potty mouth. 😜

[Rachael Lea]

LOL you have to in your job field. Its okay I'm just as bad though I often keep it out of my poetry at least the poetry I share with others lol

[Lily Sage]

Beautiful! Melancholic and touching. I can relate