The flowers in my lungs blossom and grew
Standing as tall as tree, its blossoms were fuller than the moon
That is til you came along and stole my view
The view that hold me aware
Aware of my surroundings; aware of my fears
Aware of not letting life get ahead of me
Not letting me to change
Change the person I am now
The flower in lungs turned brown and withered to shreds
The sunlight’s rays in my left lung gave up it’s job
The rain in my right lung stopped coming down
You placed a crown of dead weeds onto my head
Leaving the weeds to take over my mind and soul
I didn’t even know my own reflection
It wasn’t my intention to let you in my life
The door to my garden were always kept closed and locked
Til you came with a bucket of water and a key
My heart was too stupid to only realise the water was dirty
Pierced in lies and fake goodbyes
I wish I’d knew sooner what was up
I should have listened to Mother’s warnings
Hearing her words made me feel like a deer to a lion;
made me feel powerless
Powerless in which words almost couldn’t express
Impress to depress, your words took over my mind for a while
I’m lucky I didn’t let you take my soul forever
The flowers in my lungs blossom and grew
Standing as tall as a tree
I’m glad I’m finally me…..
To Be Continued….
-Amaya Cowan
Wednesday
December 6, 2017
Poetry
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I felt a strong build-up of emotions as I read through this poem. I really like your use of imagery and symbolism throughout the poem to describe how you are feeling. Great job!
This poem is powerful, and I think many people would be able to relate to the ideas you talk about in it. My immediate thought was that the poem was inspired by an ex significant other, but I suppose that this could not be the case. It could also be about a bad parent, a damaging friendship, or something else. Since it could be able many different kinds of relationships, this makes it easier for more people to relate to it.
The poem’s main concept is that there are flowers in someone’s lungs. I like that you continued the plant metaphor when you brought up weeds. “You placed a crown of dead weeds onto my head Leaving the weeds to take over my mind and soul.” These lines tie the poem back to the beginning, “The flowers in my lungs blossom and grew.” These connections to plants bring the poem full circle.
The end of your piece acts as a reminder for others that there is always something better coming. We should work to be happy; choose to be happy – because there is always something to be happy about.
Just one critique: In the first line it should be “blossomed” because it should be past tense, like the word grew.