fulcrum of a rose

the pivot shifted when emptiness gave way to acceptance that the heart is a treasure chest of fragrance that comes with perfumed aroma sweet smelling crises at turning point for love their union had commenced like pink cotton candy paradise made in heaven and soft silken sheets pheromones of adventure passion and longing inhaled from petals of sentience and youthful desire as time passed and droughts threated the marriage resentments fear insecurities and anger resurfaced and they came to regret not having planted alongside lavender sage and marigolds to salve and to savour thwarted by such negligence and self-righteousness pink blossoms dried up as thorns pierced their hearts and when they sought refuge in arguments and booze poison intoxicated what had once been a blessing cut down to pitiful size at loneliness’ fulcrum tears alone would not rescue the rose from demise the rest of such floral narration is written with blood of salvation and the miraculous gift of honest recovery