She looks up at the stars; <br />questioning why she was then. Staring at the dark sky. <br />She asked why it isn’t fair. <br /> <br />Tears fell down her cheeks, losing hope in every second. <br />Petals falling to the ground, she wanted this to end. <br /> <br />Surrounded by falling petals, her tears began to slow. <br />A sense of release sets in as the wind began to blow. <br /> <br />Alone with petals and open sky, <br />She dropped to her knees asking, “Why? ” <br />“Why must everything fall? Can’t we all just live in the skies? ” <br /> <br />Her questions were unanswered; she sat there in the dark. <br />Clasped hands together in wait, for an epiphany to spark. <br /> <br />A dropp of water falling down, numerous following along. One, then two hitting her cheeks, listening to the rain; create a song. <br /> <br />Now exhaling vanilla lace, her heart, body, and mind begin to shake. Listening to the earth’s new song, her walls began to break. <br /> <br />Stars were in the fade, the skies revealed the hate. Rapidly losing her grasp <br />as she realized her fate. <br /> <br />Hope and love, <br />a sign from above. All she really needed <br />was to hear that she was loved.<br /><br />Heather Cropper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/petals-22/
