Quiet Pretty Flower Poem by Lily Mosweu

Life, a soul shattering journey for those delicate as the nymphaea tetragona.
Emotion sucking.
Feet dragging.
A silent shout.
A cry from within.

My heart, used and abused,
ripped a piece at a time.
Time heals, they say. But why is it that the pain grows by the day..?
Stripped me naked, my soul bare.
Tore me from the inside-out, my life a blur.
Tore me from the inside out!

Sweet innocence, tainted by your touch.
Polluted my being, planted a seed of hatred deep within.
Sprawling with every millisecond in every second of every minute you cross my mind..
Roots digging deep to the core with every hour, day and week that goes by.
Months and years of constant emotional battle, my heart numb.

Quiet pretty flower, do not cry.
Those showers of tears too heavy for your petals.
Quiet pretty flower, do not cry.
A disgrace you shall bring with all these hawks watching our every move.
Quiet pretty flower, do not cry.
Be strong and take it like a real woman.
Quiet pretty flower, do not cry.
Quiet pretty flower.

Silence became my better half.
An arranged marriage I wanted nothing of.
Battered by hurt, I feared to talk.
Harassed with emotional blackmail, I took it like a 'real woman'.
Is it really being a real woman or your own vulture?
Who is worse? You or the people you allow to devour your soul?
Who is worse?

But quiet pretty flower, please do not cry.
Better days are to come.
A new era, a new you.
Burn like the phoenix and grow newer from the ashes.
Break every bone in your being to unleash a stronger you like the werewolves.
A life with so many hardships, so many tears to bear.
Quiet pretty flower, do not cry it shall be over soon.
Quiet pretty flower..