I am a wildflower
I am different
I was once an addict.
To pesticides.
After a solitary intervention
I moved to another place
Where I would be free to live clean.
No pesticides for me.
No pesticides for me.
One day after my recovery
I noticed a beautiful rock
Laying next to me.
He looked at me
With such gentleness
That I wilted with joy.
I call him My Rock.
My Rock comforts me
When the sun goes down.
He holds me in his arms
And speaks to me with such tenderness
That I blossom a million blossoms
When my petals fall
He is there to hold them.
When I feel sad or lonely
He is there.
He is there.
When I am naked to the elements
He is there protecting me.
He tells me he loves me.
I am nourished by this sentiment.
He feeds my soul.
He feeds my soul.
He is my best friend.
My Rock.
My Rock.
He loves me because I am me.
I am a wildflower
I am different
I am free
I am free
© Sherry Irvine – January 17, 2011
Sherry,
ReplyDeleteThis is a nice handling. 'Simple' material, but transformed in a surreal way. Not a sentimental equation of partner-being-my-support, nor a an 'eco'-tribute.
Could be wildflower 'speaking'. Could be person.
I like this.
Trulyfool
This makes me think of Zuzu's petals. Paste them! Nice piece.
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