Wilting (a poem)

Picture taken by me at the Toledo Museum of Art. Limited showing of “Community” by Rebecca Louise Law in 2018

 

They say bloom where you are planted
Well I bloomed…
       Now
                       I
                               am
                                              wilting
Is it due to lack of water(peace)
Being cut off from my life force
Was I fed the necessary vitamins
1 part love
1 part understanding
1 part appreciation
1 part dedication
Is it the stress that keeps coming
In waves drowning me before I can get up
Before I can stand on my feet
If I can just stand up
I’ll be alright
I’m sure
Is it day after day of the same shit
What can I do to break the monotony
I feel like
I need to dip my toes in the water
I need to soak it up through my stem
I need all that will allow me to bloom again
The problem may be my location
Maybe where I was planted was the wrong flower pot
The wrong vase with flowers that sucked up all the water
A flower bed overgrown with weeds
Maybe I am not getting enough light
Dig me out, pull me up, lift me out and replant me
I can’t grow here with these weeds
Suffocating me
Plant me in new soil, in a pot all my own
Face me toward the sun
That is where I will thrive best
Water me
Feed me
Nourish me
Love me
I have bloomed and I have wilted
I am made new
Due to the replanting of my being
In another location, flower bed, pot, vase
I am saved

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