The Protector to My Flower
I have to live and not let my flower die.
It gets to a point where I really cannot handle it.
My mind tells my body to give up
And my body then feels weak.
And I become powerless.
There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
There is no first place at the end of the race.
There is no prize at the end of the competition.
There is no rainbow after it rains.
And there is no hope with feeling all this pain.
I cry and I cry and I cry
Rivers flow down my soft pink cheeks
And I keep breathing.
I have to make my flower grow and grow
But then I fall
And my flower tilts
It does not want life.
It wants to die.
Even though the sun will rise again
My flower wants to go
I want to go
And be free like a white dove
In the clouds.
About the Creator
Alicia Del Re
I am a fourth year English student who wants to pursue a career in Journalism. I love reading and writing because it allows me to escape reality and enter another world inside my mind.
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