A Sunflower’s Story

This was the most important relationship that I had ever known

They watered me constantly.

Told all about my beauty that captivated their days

I gave them my petals day by day

They said they love me……

The warm days changed to cold and my colors were no longer as bold

They’re attention faded, like the warm golden rays that used to put a smile on my face

I was not watered day by day. My strong stem now brittle to the touch

They starting growing me in a garden lacking love and filled with hate

Until one day they plucked the petals from my face

They said they love me.

Their weeds started engulfing my body until you couldn’t recognize my face

I tried to grow tall even though they had made me feel so small

They said they love me,

cracked dirt surrounded my base, my brittle stem they pulled out from its grounding place

They tore out all the petals on my face.

Destroyed my seedlings fate so I would have nobody, future, no place.

they said they love me

I am one of 12 million, that was planted in a garden that slowly killed me day by day.

Short, tall, big petals, or small,

Domestic violence doesn’t discriminate against them all

until one day this sunflowers story becomes more than a thought

remember this ….they loved me not.

Wasted