If I had a flower within me <br />It would instantly die. <br />Hidden inside me <br />There are frozen rooms with no residents, <br />Dusty stairs that only lead to dark lofts, <br />Blind windows pretending to face the sun. <br />Flowers can not survive <br />In an imperfect world. <br /> <br />And if I had it in my hands <br />I would strangle it with <br />All the strength left in my weary body. <br />I would take off its colourful petals <br />And leave it grey and naked <br />To see if it can survive in an incomplete form. <br />And I would step on it so many times <br />Until it was one breath away from death, <br />Until I could finally relate to it. <br /> <br />Then and only then I would pick it up <br />And take care of it with <br />my remaining compassion <br />and my outstretched love. <br /> <br />Watching it recover would be as relieving <br />As seeing my heart mend <br />step by step.<br /><br />Ivy Christou<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-flower-away-from-the-sun/
