flower

This poem is a reflection on the “this world is not the place for sensitive people” quote which it had become one of my lines for many years.

I have tried to conform, failed at it and then complained about my wasted efforts.

The Truth is that we are asked to just be. And nature teaches us a beautiful lesson on this.

You are such a flower

A flower of Life, of beauty and grace.

Your petals reflecting the sun

And the moon light

Your leaves slowing down

The hopeful fall of the rain drops.

Oh you, so you.

No, you don’t dim your colours

To match the grey cloud

No, you don’t boost them either

To match the red raincoat

Of the little girl walking outside of the gate.

Oh you, so you.

The wind swings you

At times gently, like a breeze

Other times strongly, like a storm,

Yet you remain calm and patient,

Holding on tight

Yet accepting the loss of a petal or two.

You, you know you.

You are standing firm at the centre

Threats moves around you

In a tribal dance

Before striking

Yet you haven’t surrounded yourself

With thorns.

How could that be you?

You

It wouldn’t be you.

You, so you.