My withering flower

The fear of letting go
To the ray of light
That brought warmth
To my soul
Never did I know the colours would
Be washed away
By them beads of sorrow.

With one flip of a coin
My blooming flower faded out of existence
Turning every rose into soot
That stained the clear slate which
Changed my fate.

Could only hope when the petals
Of my youth would shed
The scar that once cut deep
Would be buried under my happiness

Now I know I must
Fly across the liquid bubbling to swallow me
All by myself
Without seeking comfort from my nest

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