the garden
nothing is more beautiful than when
flowers start to bloom in the spring.
they wear multi-couloured clothes.
they wait for that perfect lighting
to shine .
flowers have the energy to turn the whole room colorful.
but if nobody is taking care of them
they cannot take care of you.
days, weeks, and months go by.
you forget about your garden.
the same garden you planted your own foundation in.
flowers come.
flowers go.
but I wanted to come
and stay.
my flowers were begging for water.
for months.
you weren't paying mind so,
I had to water my own.
i sit back and wonder
how can one be so cruel.
i sit an think how one can just let you rot.
not water your garden knowing your flowers are dying.
when you're right there but not there.
when you know what you need to do, but you don't.
how one can see you falling and turning brown like a dying flower.
but no one is there to help.
because nobody wants to water
your garden.
how come nobody wants to water my garden?
i asked myself this so many times.
you're suppose to admire their different
colors.
shapes.
sizes.
affection for flowers evolve within.
the smell.
the way they look.
they give joy to beings.
the sun is my dependent right now.
I am alive.
with not much time.
please.
water me.
floral fragrances.
culturally embedded into human society.
you want us on your body.
you do.
you love the smell.
so why aren't you acknowledging me.
i need to be watered.
please, somebody water my garden.
before it is to late.
i want to stay.
no, i need to stay.
just as soon as you seen i was dying,
you watered me.
finally, i am me again.
is this just a tease?
please don't ever leave again.
i ask in fear, of coming so close to death.
you almost let me die.
you know i needed you the most.
where were you?
questions, denial.
faith, hope.
you planted another garden.
your focus was not on me anymore.
i had to suffer.
for a long time. and than another time.
and again.
but i am still here.
time.
i've fallen, but i've also rose again.