Chelsey, I am a loyal reader of your stuff but this piece felt different, the title was so simple, and when it popped up on my news feed thing I thought, Okay, this sounds interesting, as well as being in the miscellaneous category, I was totally intrigued.

And then as I expected I was blown away, but more than ever this piece spoke to me, it made me feel really strong, because you were writing about how I felt and I know you have really turned your head in another direction and found faith, which here was really evident.

My favourite stanza was:

I often wonder, what if God created
flowers first and breathed life into
its petals? Perhaps "disgust" would be
undefined and ugly would not be identified -
everyone would live as roses.

^^This part just stunned me, because it is true how nature is so beautiful but we don't see our own beauty like that, these thoughts/questions are the deepest and never an answer is found but it leaves me pondering

Just beautiful, the metaphors are extraordinary but I love your incorporation of them most.

You are one heck of a writer, a total talent, and this is why I love you so damn much, because you are you, and you are awesome!!!!!

xxxxx

This is amazing.... Simply stellar!!!
Nominating:)

Oh my God.. Chelsey this poem is incredible!! I was so moved from it from start to finish..

"There have been days where I was
like dirt; stuck on soles of shoes that
enjoyed walking on top of me."

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The opening stanza really captivated me and affected me! I can relate to this, and I think we all can in some way. Because we've all been or felt used at some point, or let someone walk all over as you've described here. I just love this part.. it's creatively written, and so powerful.

I also love the part about flowers and petals.. I thought it was a beautiful addition to the poem.

"There have been days where my eyes felt
like a bursting pipe; uncontrollable water
overwhelmed a city with an unexpected
fountain. They threw pennies at me..."

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I think this is my favorite stanza... I love how original it is... sometimes when we write about tears in poetry, they tend to be cliche and compared to the rain for example... but you've completely avoided that and compared your tears to a bursting pipe, which I loved! And then a fountain in which you get thrown pennies at! Genius!

The ending was rather sad, but I felt a sense of underlining hope. You're questioning because of the experiences you've been through or have seen around you... and that's not always a bad thing. I just love how the poem feels like a deep thought you're having in your head, and at the end a question is left in my head, as the reader.

Amazing poem!! Great job hon <3

Wow, I love this poem. Best I've seen.

There have been days where I was
like dirt; stuck on soles of shoes that
enjoyed walking on top of me.

I didn't realize because I was born
from it, meant I'd be treated like it...

- this was so sad to open the poem with, to know you feel mistreated and used and like your purpose has been solely for others pleasure sometimes. Like you were born for nothing mroe than to be the dirt on their shoes.

I often wonder, what if God created
flowers first and breathed life into
its petals? Perhaps "disgust" would be
undefined and ugly would not be identified -
everyone would live as roses.

- what a unique thought and description, this is such a thought provoking stanza and makes you wonder also what if this was true.

There have been days where my eyes felt
like a bursting pipe; uncontrollable water
overwhelmed a city with an unexpected
fountain. They threw pennies at me...

and I felt like a failure when I could not
grant their wishes
true.

- This was so touching, again I liked the comparison tot he pipe with your eyes, showing how emotional you have been at times and unable to stop crying with pain. Then the waterfall, and the hoplelessness you feel by not being able to make their wishes true, Perhaps this represents the people who you love that are in pain but there is nothing you can do to fix it or help it.

Those days made me question rainbows
and how God could promise to never
flood the Earth again when people are
drowning daily. Their barriers have broken
and water is rippling over their heads.

- it shows here how desperate you are to find answers for your thoughts, because of how troubled things around you seem and you begin to doubt everything you believe in.

Who will prevent the birth of my
metaphors and make these people feel
good enough?

- love the ending, i think it shows a bit more of you as a person and your personality.

Really liked this one and thought it was quite unique for you to write a poem like this. I enjoyed it.

Nobody can prevent your delicate beauties to bloom. I like your style Chels. It reminds me of a Brazilian writer.