Once I was a flower.
A beauty, seeking gaze.
Some stopped to admire,
Others never saw.
My thorns’ sharp tooth drew blood.
Protected I remained.
Admired, but
unmolested.
A man who admired-
coveting and in love;
aware and careful,
plucked me to have.
I glittered and shown always,
knowing he held me close.
In love, I too-
held near my life.
His nose brushed my petals,
I tingled with delight.
If this was love,
why had I fought?
He took me home with care
and placed me in the sun.
I danced and swayed,
bringing us delight.
The water, my life source
slowly faded away.
His life, a current.
Just, not as mine.
My petals grew heavy
and drooped with time in pain.
His eyes looked less.
Dancing no more.
I missed my life before.
Fading under his sight.
The end draws near,
but still I stand.
I sway, despite the pain,
bringing to light what’s lost.
He avoids me.
Yet, I excuse.
My petals curl and crust up;
my rubber stem gives way.
He sees my death,
calls it “a pity.”
When removed from the vase
he says he wishes I lived.
Yet he does not-
See, he killed me.
No longer a flower,
just love grinded to dust.
So sorry that things have turned out as they have. I have followed your story and I know you have tried and given every chance for your marriage. You are brave and strong. I pray that you will continue for your beautiful family and for yourself. I pray that the Lord will be with you and give you guidance and continued strength. Love, Ginny
ReplyDeletethank you Ginny, that really means a lot! I have peace knowing this is just an end to a chapter in my life and one I will miss, but I have lots of hope for myself and for my children :)
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