Scarlen Severino
Stories (2/0)
Rose
The root kept on growing like weeds all between the cracks of cement, until one day someone decides to water it. Gave it some attention. Where a flower then began blooming, so joyful; so comfortable in trusting that water will come the following days to finish growing. At the final stage, all the petals sprout and the flower waits for more love and acceptance. But a pluck at a petal causes disarray. Forgiveness, for although it trusted you to keep it beautiful, you have failed. And all the rage and insecurities built have led you to not only snatch petals but unplug the cord from the cement and leave it lying next to the cracks of past hurt and memories with the inability to reconnect but to just dawn directly at it like an on-going horror film.
By Scarlen Severino6 years ago in Poets