I'm One of the Petals
When I saw the flower, it had already been picked
I saw its roots
Dark and full and filled with dust
Yet still visible
I saw its stem
Brilliant green, somehow still strong
against the ever-present sun
I saw its flower
Unusually large for its body
So much so that it perpetually tipped over
Overflowing the world with its loud, effervescent colors
The older woman next to me, who tended the garden regularly
Saw me standing in awe at the picked flower
And told me this flower had been blooming
For thousands of years
So I asked her, “how could this be”?
She looked me dead in the eye and said,
“You know this strength”.
And I asked her, “what flower is this”?
She looked me dead in the eye and said,
“You know this flower”.
Its petals winked at me with the wind.
I closed my eyes in pride and peace.