I Am Not A Flower

Flowers hung upside down,

Their moisture drying up

In the darkness of closet shadows.

I am envious of the ease,

The simple ability to preserve

The beauty, the meaning, the happiness

Of such a simple joy in life.

I want someone to preserve

My own beauty, meaning and happiness,

But I know that is asking for a miracle.

Humans don’t preserve,

But fade into the cycle

Of a natural darkness.

It is the comfort given to those,

Who have yet to discover

Their own beauty, meaning or happiness.

I am not a flower.

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