Our Flowered Lives

Katie Guevara

 

 

They are beautiful,
Like people,
And like them, we are feeble.
Putting up a sharp defense,
Our life is still a mess.
Being forced to go where the wind takes us;
Never knowing what's going to happen next.
It's all so complex,
Being on the same vine.
But still being alone all the time.
While being stepped on,
Being harmed by pests,
Yet no one makes a fuss.
Our beauty is rotting away, day by day,
And while waiting to be found,
Our petals fall to the ground.