The Wilted Rose

Disheartenment is overwhelming. A myriad of feelings washes over you. Anger. Embarrassment. Jealousy. Betrayal. And of course, hopelessness. 

Disappointment washes over us when we do not meet expectations. We feel dejected when we invest our emotions in relationships or endeavours only to realise that the returns are not as significant as they should be.  The sense of loss, of course, leads to moroseness. 

A wilted rose

Broken spirit

Crumbled leaves drop one by one

Death catches up

Enveloping it in dusk

Fire in its petals gone

Growth curtailed, its goals unmet

Hard, dry soil yields no fruit

Icy water shrinks its roots

Jangled and rotten, so it should

Kindle its own stem with rays of kindness

Love its own petals with sane joyful sun

Moisten its own leaves with refreshing water

Nourish its own roots with quiet care

On its stamen, welcome the fly

Passage of time will bring it to life

Quiet reflection on how petals flopped

Rekindle roots with joyful thoughts

Stem stands once again 

Thorns will rise sharp once more

Under its roots, when water flows

Vermillion rises in its petals

When the sun reappears

Xenith of growth it will reach again

Young buds of red will emerge

Zoom towards it with a flourish.

Zoom towards its rays it will.