Flower

Weathering our storms is the only way to grow.

Flower

The blue sky darkens

as grey clouds rushed in from the east.

The heavens roar

as the sun is shadowed.

A single flower stood dead center

as sorrowful tears pounded the earth.

Enraged screams surround the flower;

threatening to rip it from the dirt.

Tears anchor to the flower

and drag it to the ground.

The flower wilts, but doesn't break.

It fades, but never dies.

The weeping trickles to a halt.

The deafening screams fall to whispers.

Golden rays pierce the grey covering.

The sky resumes its deep blue

as heavenly light devours the shadows.

Endearing warmth consumes the field.

Water droplets evaporate back to the heavens.

With the burden lifted, the flower stands straight;

and its royal purple it twice as vibrant.

Reviews

[ReneeJ]

I really enjoyed the pace of this poem. It starts calm, then there is rage and it finally ends with that calmness that it started with. At points, these are executed as jumbled and confusing, but you did well with one. It was easy to read and you definitely did well with the mood and imagery

[Bright Ocean Star]

WIR, this was fantastic. I loved how you captured the resilience of something as delicate as a flower. It is a good metaphor for women dealing with abusive relationships. We are stronger than we seem, and the showers and tumultuous thunder doesn't have to last forever. Very nice write!