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The Flower of Red

January 21, 2021
By Selenamariee BRONZE, Macomb, Michigan
Selenamariee BRONZE, Macomb, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"Only the wounded <br /> Understand the agonies<br /> of the wounded, <br /> When the fire rages<br /> in the heart"<br /> ~Mirabai


The Wind hooked me in,
And took me where I sleep.
As a little seed,
I dreamed of dreaming dreams.
More and more I grew,
I looked like a flower with dew.
Swaying with the calming breeze.
Blinded by my own greed.
Then plucked by someone,
Oh, the cries I SCREAMED!
They ignored me, tis I am just a flower,
there is no fight in me.
 
My petals reached for the Wind
wincing for it to take me
the little girl’s grasp grew stronger
She shows a person me
And says my colors are exquisite!
a deepish red of beauty!
I do not know what that means.
The anger grew inside of me
like you could not believe!
how dare this girl take me!
WHERE ARE YOU MY WIND?!
I want you back!
Do not go away from me...
Oh, this place is scary!
Each petal is then plucked.
 
I then wake from that terrible dream.
Dear me,
look at my petals!
How did I come to be?
I am human!
A being filled with glee!
The deep fire to ignite my feelings!
I feel free!
The pages of my mind are filling up in strange tongues,
As I lay under a pine tree.
I feel the breeze press my pen
My mind found the Wind’s key!
 
I see my friends
laughing with me.
In a place with warm foods and faces.
To my horror, I see a dying red flower!
A single tear is dropped,
As I mourn with great sorrow.
The pain is then followed.
My friends see this
and took that delicate flower
To give it to me.
They hug me tightly.
I feel a breeze,
Could it be?
The wind has found me!
 
My emotions are different from the rest.
Unstable as I learned,
Like the Wind appressed.
The fires inside me still yearned!
The Wind swayed me with it's breeze,
But my pen will not stop!
My changes will seize.
Just like a balloon pop.
It wants me to feel,
Not what was not lost,
But what I can do to heal.
To think of life as a coin toss.
I cry knowing this is a goodbye
I hear a faint whistle.
The wind begins to make my tears fly.
This isn’t a goodbye my child.
This is the life where I claim you again as mine.
I love you, my dear.
The flower of Red begins to come alive once again.


The author's comments:

Death is perceived in a mourning person's eye as a force. An inevitable, unbeatable being that controls all the moments within that time. Using nature to have the main character go through this mourning process shows the importance of nature that we all need to realize. Even the smallest of things.


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