"Step on that flower." He said, a stern expression on his face. "Are you crazy?" "Maybe. But I want you to do it anyway." I gave a look of confusion but I did it anyway. And when I lifted my foot to see the fuschia pink petal slowly peel from the bottom of my shoe He said, "See. It has been down-trodden... stepped upon... broken." "Yes, I see that, what is the point of this?" "It will grow back and stand tall again anyway." My eyes rolled back into my head, "You're such a f***ing cliche, you know that?" I bent over and plucked the flower violently from it's stem... and crushed it in my fist. "That is my point." He said, looking at me pointedly. "What is?"
"You could survive this... if you weren't so in love with sabotaging yourself."
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I think we all have a go at sabotage of self everyday of our lives, some of us are lucky enough to have someone to haul us up, not the case here lol, hardly... Terrific write April.
Whoa, I wasn't expecting the ending. Feels like home to me. ;) I am glad to read you again. I have been off-line for awhile now and I rarely read like I used to. In any event, I do relate and the F-word didn't bother at all.
Oh my April, while our two poems are not the least bit related, check out the names, they almost seem to be so, don't they? LOL! And of course they are right near each other too, LOL! This was quite cute, although I find the use of a certain word to be beneath that of a really good poet...but it is very descriptive, no one can say it isn't...Peace thru Words, Ed & Rufuz
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Ch'erie
WOW!!!! I love this.
Love, JC xoxoxo