Impenetrable to light.I’m not happy.
Neither am I, he says.The tightness of my heart and mind relaxes.
The relentless aching of expectation ceases.One single white petal – the size of a tear drop – loosens and settles in its place.
God, I can’t do this anymore. I don’t know what I want, but I know it’s not this.In one burst, a hundred petals splay open, and a voice drops out of them,
whispering to my soul – “seek beauty”.
I leave this place. This home that taught me much, but never held me. This love that never bloomed until I gave it to myself. The order that kept me silent. The apathy that suffocated challenge. The fear that held a brilliant mind hostage.
The petals…soft and delicate. Gentle in scent. Sturdy in their base. Rousing a long dormant heart, sparking the need to explore my unknown.