I see you have a type
I take note of the patterns
And the similarities
In the petals you pluck
Barely bloomed flowers
Blushing with innocence
Floral fragility
Prone to misguidance
You take advantage of that
Act unaware of your power
But the buds you collect
Will grow to be malnourished
You water them with tears
But your tears manipulate
You embrace them with light
But your light leaves a burn
Still, they're reliant on you
They don't know the difference
You're guiding their growth
In your careful, gloved hands
I see myself in them
Same face with a lack of thorns
But they're always the age
That I was when you met me
Do you do that on purpose?
Cherry-pick the naive ones?
The ones you think will be easy
To replant and regrow?
Whatever your twisted goals are
I hope that they're able to
Untwine themselves from you
And fully bloom with freedom
I hope they find the ability
To uproot themselves
Out of your grim garden
And replant their seeds
So that they may be reborn
With the remembrance
Of the worthiness and strength
That they may have forgotten
YOU ARE READING
Flowering
PoetryA poetry chapbook written by Rachelle Andrea. Seven new poems, each representing a different stage of life. Sprinkled in plant imagery, this book starts off with a poem consisting of a reminiscent ramble about childhood and ends with a poem about pr...
