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The Day My Rose Petals Fell/Poem
I was something beautiful, something astonishing
I was what everyone wanted, standing tall in there
yards.
Making me the first stop before the knock on the door
maybe the first pick before making it to the first step.
I was the main pick for birthdays, holidays, and death days.
I was the one everyone wanted.
I was the pick for it all, the good and the bad.
But the day I noticed my petals fall was the beginning of
it all.
My velvet-like texture crumbled into ash while lifting the
stains of life, while holding on to the soil that gave me life
I lost touch with my stems and thorns, the ones that when you
picked me allowed you to know that I was bold.
Feeling that every petal that fell was a breath let go.
Where is the sun and water? because I am not ready
to let go.
But as I see now, I must allow my petals to fall, to return to dust
to start over, to be chosen again,
to be stronger and brighter.
I know now this is not the end.
Allow your petals to fall; we may not understand why people and
earthly things die.
But we will see it's never the end,
The Day My Rose Petals Fell
So I Could Start Over Again.......
Delleesa Harris
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The Day My Rose Petals Fell/Poem
