I'M Like A Flower Poem by Chantal Lammerts

I'M Like A Flower



As I take the flower, it dies in my hands,
A gesture so normal, and this is how it ends,
It will never bloom fully again, not when I have it,
Its life will end, time by time, bit by bit,
It wasn’t what I wanted, when I took it from its home,
Where it belonged, in the middle of the rich loam,
I should’ve let it live there on the ground,
I should have watched from far, then turned around,
Because none can live behind the bars of another,
I could’ve let it live by staying away, thinking back, I’d rather,
But now it’s too late, all harm is already done,
The beautiful rose in my hand, its spirit almost gone.

In that way I’m like a flower,
For I could not live another hour,
In the hands of another, without my free will,
I would die slowly, get entirely still,
I’m like a flower, I’m independent,
When you pick me, and try to be in the ascendant,
I would still try make the best out of living,
But I would have no soul left for giving.

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