just random thoughts

withering

arent we all just our very own flower?
just waiting for our time to wither away and crumble apart.

staying up high all the time, the head never low.
doesnt it get tiring, with all the weight?

careful on the touch, afraid to draw some blood.
they step away and don't return for a second time.

it all starts with a small bud, barely even visible.

then you slowly start growing bigger, you are more seen.

each year passes, another small grow.

trying to stay positive about anything, the bad ignored.

the first rip of your blossom.

you get hurt, unknowingly.

it happens, the mistakes.

you let yourself heal up again, looking past it.

feeling happy, enjoying your time.

a stab, right through the head of the flower.

someone decided to play with you a little, clearly not seen as something more but a flower.

you cry out, asking for help.

no one listens.

you close up again, close at the edge of finally blooming.

it's not worth the pain, always having to heal yourself alone.

they don't return, never do.

but you're strong, not giving up.

yet you're a fragile flower, deep down still scared and small like a bud.

you don't let them near you, keeping a distance and growing thorns around you.

at least it's safe, the loneliness locked in.

with each passing day, you wonder.

is it safe enough for me to trust them?

is it good to have my feelings this open?

my mind all visible, almost like you can actually touch it.

it's scary.

risking a lot.

there will be pain, sorrow, sadness, roughness and hate but also warmth, soft touches, happiness, tight hugs and love.

with the right people around you, there will never be the thought of being scared or afraid of something.

a connection is build, the souls intertwining.

deep or light, long or short; they don't matter.

you find your way on your feet again, just being yourself.

the blooming starts, beautiful and majestic to the eyes.

if the rain pours down on you, just think of it as a wash; back to reality.

it makes you sparkle and shine, like the beautiful flower you are.

never lose your ground, it's has always been the one to be by your side.

learn to love and forgive, be smarter than others.

once lonely and alone, now you are a whole field with a bunch of different flowers.

your very own field with friends and family; loved ones.

they protect you without a single thought, give you the comfort you seek, give you the space you ask for and give you consent.

you have to do your best to give it back, taking and receiving.

that way you will bloom into the most gorgeous flower someone has ever seen.