In the stillness of being still–
She remains cold.
Her stem sits stiffly suppressed
Sectioned off by snow, dirt and debris.
She is starved for the sun’s reflection.
She is thirsty, to say the least.
Parched beyond dehydration.
Famished for the food it provides.
Ravenous for it’s warm embrace.
This beast that beckons
Deep within the recesses of her soils
Toils with her
And taunts her
And tugs and tugs
At the insatiable longing–
She aches for the sun’s touch.
The itch for something much more than this:
The absence of winter’s endless abyss.
She is tired of being curled up inside herself
Exhausted from yearning and longing
So she buries her herself even further down
The greediness of pleasure.
The drought she drowns in every winter
By seeking out
Each and every endeavor
That didn’t allow the fever
To take over
Her ambitions of the most lustful kinds.
The days with fanning the desire
By fantasizing of honey bees
Suckling her pistol neatly tucked between her petals.
She meddles the night away
By dreaming of the sun’s rays.
Longing for their heat and fire
As this desire drains and drains and drains her
She remains stuck in her mire of self-pity.
Living each winter as a martyr
Bundled up, with lots of layers piled on
As time slogs away
She feels herself decay against the weight of it all.
Falling so very far down
Wondering if anyone even heard her muffled sounds
As she sees one last handful of the earth’s cold soil
Thrown on top of her pile
She recoils and represses
The messes it all made.
So she waits.
And waits and waits some more.
Frozen and frigid
Hiding inside her sad space of reality…
And just as she thinks she can’t take another moment of this—
The sun peeks its head through the crevices of her cage
Unleashing its power
Like a lover whispering what he’d do to her
Showering her with kisses
In all the right places
Dismissing the cold
And chilly days
As if they never happened…
She’d burst open
Like a beautiful butterfly flying her first flight
She’d be different.
Reborn with petals so pretty
That the sun’s reflection on her
Would blind everyone who saw her.
And she would grow and grow and grow.