The Stubborn Flower
And I am a flower. I bloom and blossom again and again. You can rip out my leaves, stand on my petals, and tear my stems apart. Whatever you do, you can’t stop me from blooming again. It might take a while, but it will happen as inevitably as all those beautiful memories you chose to forget have happened.
We seemed the same kind at first because I was a fool who closed my eyes while kissing you. When I opened them and light fell onto my iris, I saw the truth behind a cunning deception: You are entirely different to my kind. What I saw as a similarity between us was only a mirror of myself you were holding towards my direction, pretending it was a part of you.
I believe in peaceful growth. I believe in caring and want to fill the world with fluffy clouds. You prefer wrathful war and the survival of the fittest. You laugh at me and declare me weak and naive. We suddenly live worlds apart. Day and night, yin and yang but worse: Where they complete each other, between us, a bitter fight that was supposed to lead nowhere but to my defeat started. The lion roared, and the archer discovered the quiver was filled with daisies instead of deadly arrows. But daisies can slip between the lion’s teeth, so they survived. See where we are now:
My garden is full of life. In yours, the flowers run away screaming after discovering contaminated soil. I can’t allow your soil to swap onto my land. My responsibility is to keep my roses, geraniums, hydrangeas and orchids safe. Because I want my garden to be a rainbow place, I want my voice to be heard and my wishes to be planted.
Your mirror shattered when I told you that I was no longer blindfolded but saw the decay you were hiding behind my reflection. Now the shards of glass are overgrown by a bed of daisies. I’m standing in my garden alone, stubbornly preparing my most beautiful blossoms to catch the light of next autumn’s sun. It will be a feast of life, an orgy of beauty and an explosion of joy. Don’t come looking. The fence gate is closed and will stay closed for you. Instead, I’ll invite everybody who sees the beauty of daisies in their delicacy.
