The Girl’s Weird Choices
I sat to behold a wondrous scene,
But what I saw and heard was not serene.
“Life, life, life!” that’s all she cried,
And in that moment, something inside me died.
I searched her voice for sense or song,
But found confusion deep and strong.
I saw a flower so fair, divine,
With beauty rare, yet far from fine.
She looked like a goddess, clothed in grace,
But thoughts like a wild wolf raced through her face.
A heart weary of this spinning world,
Where hopes are bruised and dreams unfurled.
She said, “I don’t want to bloom with others,”
“I’m not like them. I differ from those flowers.”
I tried to speak, but she was lost in thought,
And all my questions came to nought.
In silence, I waited for a perfect time,
But that moment never crossed the line.
So I stayed still, while her thoughts took flight,
Speaking softly into the fading light:
“I don’t wish to stay in the forest deep,
But rather a garden, where peace may sleep.”
I longed to answer, but my voice stood still
Bound by wonder, not by will.
Her face turned grim with a silent plea,
And I pondered all she wished to be.
I turned to leave, but then she sighed,
“My final choice,” she gently cried.
“Let me not be paired with flowers opposed
Let harmony in my petals be enclosed.”
I smiled and whispered as I turned away,
“These choices may not hold or stay.”
I looked back once, then forwarded again,
And said to her through silent pain:
“Some choices were made before you came
And life is not always a fair game.”
I walked away without regret,
Into the forest where memories are set.
And as I vanished among the trees,
I whispered, “Alas,” carried on the breeze.
A parting of ways. Some things are just simply not to be. I'm glad the narrator felt relieved in the end. Great poem.
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