lavender
Although not for their color, I have always admired lavender.
I planted a bunch of them in my garden. The garden that I grow with my soul.
Wishing to get calm and peace after the storm.
I gave one to the people each day. Only hoped it would bring peace to myself
All of the flowers I gave out, made others smile. I asked myself, if I gave enough flowers, can someone give them back to me and call me “mine”?
Would I be shown care about the good I did? Or would all my efforts be neglected?
I met the sun as it made the lavender grow.
I wish her to melt my cold soul if I get its warmth too.
But the sun only burns my skin. Making me feel suffocated.
I just run towards the moon to admire its silence.
That silence brought a little peace in me as I sat with the lavender I planted. The thoughts started to rush back into my mind.
There's something about them That I haven't yet discovered.
How the lavender that grows in summer survives the cold.
Just like my body is surviving with my cold soul.
Is it me or the flower I planted in my garden?
Would it be wrong to be asked "You’re okay" once in a while?
But later in the night when I sit in my garden
I realized that the prettiest flowers
Are the ones that grow alone.
I planted the lavender in my soul.
Hoping it would withstand its cold.
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