She’s numb and passive
Short tempered, reactive
Empty eyes, stifled breaths
All she does is rest
A wilted flower she has become
Her hair droops, her body is curved
Standing in the dark with no one around
Not fulfilled, she stares at the ground.
And then a friend comes
And sees that lonely flower
with dried leaves and missing petals.
That friend approaches, but our protagonist cowers.
Eyes met, no words exchanged
No judgement, just simple impulse
The friend crosses over with outstretched arms
That wrap around her
and bound her.
And she inhales sharply
She didn’t know she wasn’t breathing.
Her eyes water as tears spring out
All she needed was just a hug she just found out.
She wakes up from this realization
Moves her stiff arms up
Grabs her friend and holds on tight
Life rife with strife, there’s light!
A light from the sun feeds the flower
A warm embrace showers
her with power
as she towers
and gains nourishment to cope
to have hope
and to grow.