r/PoetryLantern

The dove does not know

the falcon is beautiful.

It only knows the shadow

passing over the grass.

This seems unfair.

The falcon knows

the dove is beautiful.

Knows the softness of its breast,

the small white miracle of it.

And is hungry anyway.

This is life.

Some people are meant to be the star

They have the talent, the flair, the presence

Able to captivate when every eye is on them

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As for me, I am the ultimate team player

I'm not flashy, my head is down, focused

Enhancing and supporting those around me

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I don't need the spotlight, it's not meant for me

I know what my strengths are, and my limitations

With those in mind, I aim to do my best every day

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Now, I fine tune my skills, work on my deficiencies

My destination is clear, my mind ready to work

Standing on my own two feet, moving forward

4 Little Flowers

In an empty meadow,there lay four flowers.

Four small little flowers.

Sitting in the sun.

One of the flowers,a daisy,

As white as snow,

Was looking up in the light,

To where the wind would go.

Meanwhile,the second flower,

A flower of the sun,

Was frolicing in the grass,

Just wanting to have fun.

The third flower was a flower of spring,

A cherry blossom,tilting its head at the curious daisy and the dancing sunflower.

It smiled and observed them,happy that its season brought them warmth.

Then there was the last flower,

A delicate,fragile black rose,

Wilting in the shade that suddenly lingered over its head.

Petals falling,crinkling,turning brown,

Until it’s dead.

The other three flowers stopped and watched as their friend started to rot,

No amount of pure happiness could save this flower,

Time would pass as it takes its last breath.

The daisy had stopped wondering,and kept its mind on the here and now.

And though tinted with scars,it made sure the rose felt safe,comforting it with its own presence.

The sunflower filled the black rose with the light of its own happiness,despite feeling empty on the inside.

The blossom was the sap that kept them all together,absorbing their pain,and giving it purpose,in order to fight it and keep them together.

The daisy wanted the family it could never have.A family that would provide love,not scars.

The sunflower wanted to feel something other than its own self-inflicted pain.It wanted to feel emotions through its heart,not its wounds.

The black rose wanted to be happy,and block out the storm swirling in its head.It wanted its friends to be safe and not fall too deep in their own storms.

Each had its own natural disaster.

The daisy was stuck in a tornado of abuse,separating itself from every other flower.

The sunflower,despite its name,was drowning in a dark tsunami,stuck in the delusion that pain was the only way to see the light.

The black rose,as we all know,was suffering under its own chronic sadness,because of the hurricane inside its head,weighing it down.

The cherry blossom was soon exposed to each of their storms.

The tornado,the tsunami,and the hurricane.

It was determined to bring them the light.

It couldn’t get rid of the storms,none of them could.But it could help them fight through it.

It would help them overcome the trauma.

It would pull them out if they got too deep.

They would hold each other through their pain.

Their scars,their numbness,their sadness.

Four little flowers,

The daisy,sunflower,black rose,and cherry blossom,

Four little flowers,

With their own little problems,

Holding onto each other until they find the light.