The Flower

The flower was planted with the care it needed
The feelings were there to want it to bloom
It was cared with the love that it deserved
Food, water, love, it was even given room.

Over time something happened that caused neglect
Whether stress or pressures, it wasn’t clear
But the weeds grew up from the lack of attention
And soon it was as if it wasn’t even here.

It was then that someone else found the flower
Seeing the beauty that should have been seen
Taking the time to care for it with such love
Knowing that is was vibrant, refreshing when clean.

The flower finally had someone who wanted to care
Given the love and attention if could finally shine
Life is like that when we are oppressed by a ghost
Maybe someone will come along to let you know you are fine.

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About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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2 Responses to The Flower

  1. nikky44 says:

    I love it. I read it many times. I really love it ❤

  2. Utterly beautiful ~ the transient nature and the power of nurture ~ wonderful

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