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water them

when they give me my flowers

By R.C. TaylorPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
water them
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to feed the beast of perfection

I cut loose scraps of myself

using glass shard words

other people said that

became my own inner voice

and when they finally

gave me my flowers

I could not water them

in the desert I had become.

but like all deserts,

it cannot always be dry

and flash rain will come

the moment I remember

that I have a choice

to water them or not,

for the power to terraform

my desert into an oasis

has always been within me.

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About the Creator

R.C. Taylor

I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.

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  • Rachel Deemingabout a year ago

    Such vivid imagery in this. I gave up on perfection a long time ago. Now, I revel in imperfection.

  • A perfect poem about "the beast of perfection." This is when I want to keep close when I need the reminder.

  • John Cox2 years ago

    Wow! We can be our own worst enemy or our own best friend. It’s amazing that such a simple choice can be so difficult. Loved the hopefulness and the use of desert and water as such powerful metaphors!

  • Manisha Dhalani2 years ago

    Very inspiring and hopeful poem. Nice one!

  • Lamar Wiggins2 years ago

    Wow! Love your style! 🤩

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