Dead Flowers.

I didn't understand why I felt called to the spiritual realm at the worst time of my life.

Maybe it was because I had nothing to lose.

So out of touch with myself that they only ones who could truly understand what I was feeling,

were the dead.

Maybe it was because I knew they had been telling me all along that I am not on my true path.

All of the uncomfortable conversation that went nowhere, forced me to grow.

My prison became too small, and instead of dying, I decided to replant myself.

Or rather, grab the seeds from my dead flowers and plant them somewhere else.

I'm alway amazed at how those seeds managed to come back to life.

But I'll never question that.

I'll never second guess the feeling that you forced me to have within myself.

That constant loneliness for years on end that so many people are content with because they feel so obligated to the life they've created.

I hope to never fall victim to someone who sucks the life out of me again.

I hope you're happier now that you can grow without hanging on to the dead flowers that you created.

-Gabbie Sigmon 10_23_2021