9-15-16 Petals

 •Petals• 

For some reason I seem to always chase after darkness 

I close the shades and shut the windows 

I pull the covers closer to my face 

But it's hard to keep the light out of my eyes 

The sun creeps up behind me and taps me on the shoulder letting me know it'll always be there 

My flowers begin to wilt 

But I control their growth 

I try to catch the petals and stick them back on my stems but they continue to litter the parched  ground 

Drying up in the sun's rays 

Occasionally, someone picks my dying flowers and puts them high in the window sill 

They nurture and care for my flowers better than I ever could 

Trimming the stems and being careful not to drown them 

But once flowers are plucked off their stems, the petals lose their balance 

They start to scatter on the kitchen counter 

Like a flower girl throwing petals in the way of the bride 

Ready for her big day 

But I am no bride 

I am the petals that litter the red carpet 

Scattered and in the way 

Thrown high catching the air and drifting onto the lap of a weeping grandmother or a strong brother afraid to cry in fear of seeming weak 

I am scattered 

Afraid to seem weak 

I was never a strong confident tree

Only its petals 

Apart from the others 

But still, beautiful