Out of the Darkness

April 30, 2018
By Jessierosenblatt BRONZE, Larchmont, New York
Jessierosenblatt BRONZE, Larchmont, New York
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A flower miraculously sprouts through a sea of deadness,
its stem succulent, the earthy green balances the soft yellow of its flimsy yet seducing petals.
Swaying with the pulsing breeze yet remains grounded, gripping to the soil that holds it in place.

It dances, to the melody of cars darting in the distance
The road always leads somewhere
Yet around it, underneath its canopying limbs,
Lie unnoteworthy stillness

Brittle leaves that no longer crunch or snap or crinkle under the sole of a shoe,
Its charismatic sounds lost in the flowers poise.
Wet muddy soil that seeps into fabric, leaving its mark on the visitors the flower draws in
Its presence is dismal on their clothing, the brown reminds them of their mistakes

Yet what makes this flower beautiful?
The arrogant vibrancy it radiates?
The leaves and soil are silent under the flowers reign,
it looks down on them, demanding their unwavering obedience
The flower strikes its whip, force penetrates creating creases of dignity
Their scars, endurance, treading in the flowers entitlement


The author's comments:

One day I went for a walk, and I began to notice small details I normally wouldn't. For example, how society deems certain things beautiful and valuable. In a small abstract way, I tried to defy these barriers and confinements. 


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