This morning I awoke to a sight that sent chills trembling down my spine:
An empty bed.
Never have i felt such an overwhelming feeling
of exposure and silent joy in chorus.
Beams of light hit my face,
as I began to get up and shake off this feeling.
But this morning glory wasn't any ordinary sunshine;
it had me spellbound.
Seizing the thing that held my attention,
I looked out the window, and it wasn't till then,
that sleep no longer blinded me.
I peered out to the garden across the street,
its been there for years and it still amazes me
how I never noticed it until recently.
I can still recall the most redolent fragrance my nose has ever known
And the day I was graced with the chance
to enter that fresh garden of yours.
Ive always been attracted to yellow carnations
but one flower stood out from all the rest.
There was a bright batch of blue forget-me-nots (which I would later find ironic)
and one was growing apart from the rest.
I cant say what it was about it but I instantly fell In love.
It had not yet bloomed, and maybe it was its early sprouting that captured my eye.
When I looked at it, all I saw was purity, innocence, and immense potential.
The possibility of stumbling upon such a thing had me head over heels.
I became so obsessed with this young bud's flourishing that I
simply could not wait for it to blossom , I just couldn't.
I was warned, but I honestly saw no harm in it.
So In my anticipation, i forced it against its will.
I ripped open this precious and fragile flower
Before it was ready to bloom in hopes to find the answer to all my prayers,
but only to discover premature love and raw emotions.
My God, what have I done?
I ruined the one chance I had, because of my impatience,
I took the life of the one thing that was actually keeping ME alive.
Unable to move, I stayed in the same spot. Id stay there for days
In bitter awe of what I had done.
Now I watch all the other flowers bloom
and grow around me as im left here with my ill-fated flower.
I open my eyes and im back in my room,
looking outside a garden that no longer welcomes me.
I take a deep breath and try to reason with myself.
Whats done is done. If anything Ive learned that
the promise is bigger than the progress.
