The Petal ❤❀

(In life we face a strong gust of wind that rips us away from all we have ever known)

Petal. Brightly Coloured. Vibrant. Young. 

Drifted slowly above the carpet of the wind,

Spiraled and spinned.

Travelling miles across with the green blades below;

Its delicate features fading ever so slow.

Carried by its force in whatever direction it blew,

Self control, it never knew.

Lost from its stem, no place of its own

Trapped in the currents constantly flown. 

Pushed and pulled up to the stars;

Just within reach but always a far.

And then when the calm arrives at last, 

In the midst of the still it sweeps down to the grass.

Trapped and buried as time makes its way;

Circling the sun every day.

Withered to nothing, its colours no more,

Empty and torn down to its core. 

Inspiration: I was sitting here with my laptop, in the scolding heat of the tropics. The sun boiling, seeping through my open windows. The wind blowing with all its might, carrying with it no relief as it just surrounds me with heat. 

I've realised life, is like the wind, it carries us in all different directions, up to the stars, down to the ground. There's no pattern, no way to predict where we are heading. We just have to hold tight for the ride until it's no more. 

For Darion :) who encouraged me to get back into poetry.