Sunflower
Like a sunflower
I raise my head to the sun
My arms like leaves stretched out open wide
The sun,
My provider,
My burning passions, hopes and dreams
Aspirations like sugar fuel my ambitions and beliefs
Standing tall facing the burning sun. I am loved.
But
Unsympathetic nights shrivel my pedals and hides my optimism
A reminder of dead roots
And brown leaves,
Sleepless nights of regrets and worries like pesticides to my system,
My wishes and expectations are crushing stone,
My strong stem falters under the weight
The moon,
a reflection of faith I once had
A mockery
With the anticipation of Daybreak, may I rise to the occasion or
disappear under the darkness of the night.
