I have come to realise that I have not actually been posting as much as usual. Sorry about that, what can I say? Student life gets to you eventually. So I thought to kick off the first post of many, I would write a poem (much like the first post I ever did on this site). This poem is very personal to me, as it represents not only death but resurrection, and what I would believe a family member would come back as, if she was to at all. It takes me back to conversations and meaningful memories of the two of us together, and I hope you all find a personal touch to it also.
Rambling down a cobbled pathway,
I stumbled upon a wild rose.
Deep crimson red,
velveteen petal each curled to perfection.
Radiant and innocently pretty,
a shy damsel oblivious of her beauty,
fading away unsung.
Every day, day after day,
I watched my rose break out of its chrysalis,
admiring it with every moment.
I watched it grow and come into full bloom,
tall and elegant till it grew
and looked down on me.
And upon a note fallen from the heart wrote,
“From which I’m born, to which I die,
the dirt, the sea, the sun, the sky,
all these things are part of me,
I am the world, and the world is me”.
A flower for a flower.
Thank you for reading! I hope that you are able to find relation to this in some way, please comment and follow for more great content in the days to come!