Sunflowers
A poem about finding new hope through love

Drawing flowers on my wall
one for each happy moment I have
moments that grow rarer these days
like the light of life was fading from me
But sometimes I can see the light again
then I capture it with a yellow spot
a shiny bright sunflower on my wall
reminding me that are good days, too
The beauty of the world
hidden in all these little things
like a flower growing between the asphalt
a little color in between all the gray
Most days I am not able to see
the gray so dark that the color can't reach me
the pain so big that the beauty can't get through
the pain eating up everything good
But sometimes I am able to notice
thinks that are stronger than all the pain
the sweet taste of a piece of cake
or a stranger, smiling at me from across
A little gesture that can mean so much
the only person who would notice me
the only one who can see through my pain
noticing that there's still a person in this cave
A man with beautiful hazel eyes
so much deeper than anything else
so deep I want to drown in them
and leave all my pain behind
A man who would ask me for a date
honest and simple and easy and nice
nothing threatening to his words
his expression nothing but kind
Everything inside me screaming no
telling me that its simply too much
telling me that I can't go out
that I need to stay in bed and cry
But his eyes, begging me to resist
begging me just to take this chance
begging me to try it out just for once
begging me to give life another chance
The day of the days
a beautiful night
the sky dark and warm and soft
a chill autumn breeze in the air
Cold wind blowing in my face
a thing that has always felt like a threat
suddenly it has a beautiful side, too
like a careful touch, remind me I'm still alive
His smile, lighting up the darkest street
his eyes, reflecting the moonlight in them
his hands, closing in on that thing
carefully placed in between his palms
A bouquet of sunflowers, right there in his hands
just waiting to be grabbed by me
symbolizing everything I want
all the happiness I never got to see
One flower for each one on my wall
one for each smile that I smiled
and even more flowers, there in his hands
for all the beautiful moments we'll have
About the Creator
Sonja Vogdt
Hi, I‘m Sunny, 25, from Germany.
Writing has always been my passion, but especially since I've discovered writing YA books in English.
I enjoy writing and reading short stories on vocal, too. It's a great inspiration!


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