I am like a flower
Not sure of when I will die.
Not sure of when I will grow back again
When I am crushed with pain and cry.
I am not sure if I can hold myself up
When I ache with unbearable pain
What do I do when my petals fall off?
Do I go find them out in the rain?
What do I do when I'm not given enough water, to make it through the day?
What do I do when I look up in the sky?
And the sun doesn't show a ray?
I stand as tall as a flower would,
As long as I possible can.
I will stand and show my colors,
That is what I plan.
I may drupe and my petals may fall,
But that won't stop me from growing.
My love, honesty and beauty,
I will keep showing.
I am like a flower,
Strong and supreme.
I may be trampled on,
But I will never lose faith in my dreams.
Not sure of when I will die.
Not sure of when I will grow back again
When I am crushed with pain and cry.
I am not sure if I can hold myself up
When I ache with unbearable pain
What do I do when my petals fall off?
Do I go find them out in the rain?
What do I do when I'm not given enough water, to make it through the day?
What do I do when I look up in the sky?
And the sun doesn't show a ray?
I stand as tall as a flower would,
As long as I possible can.
I will stand and show my colors,
That is what I plan.
I may drupe and my petals may fall,
But that won't stop me from growing.
My love, honesty and beauty,
I will keep showing.
I am like a flower,
Strong and supreme.
I may be trampled on,
But I will never lose faith in my dreams.
Poem Source : poetryamerica.com
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What do you all think about the poem above? Do you really think you wanna be like a flower? I likes this poem but in reality I don't want to refer myself to a flower. I preferred myself to be like a tree or a coconut..Hahahaha, funny but I really do hope that I am like a coconut tree that useful even when it withered and dead. Yet, if I wanna be a flower, I want to be a white rose with thorn (a very sharp thorn indeed)that mirrored the pure and sincere personality yet strong enough to fight any intruder and obstacle.. (Hahaha, my hubby pretended to puke when he read this sentences)
However, I am happy with my being and I am grateful that I am human that gifted with mind to think and heart to feel. Well the poem above was just a beautiful metaphoric that pictured and described the thinking of the author and Gosh it's really nice poem that able to lift up the spirit of a woman like me.
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