Rose petal

When I was a kid,
I wanted to be a writer,
I had a universe inside my head,
Filled and overflowing with ideas,
But unfortunately no one liked my stories,
No one understood the importance of each word that died by being misread,

I had a breach in my head,
As my dream became severed from my mind,
My confidence was disintegrated by opinions that never mattered anyways,
Drifting through the empty space in my mind,
I found a new idea that was alone,
We were alone together,

Five years came so slowly,
I wrote a poem about love,
Stupid, rough, crazy love,
It sparked interest among people,
The erotic way of my poems enchanted them,
I was finally recognized as a writer,
A poet who knew what struggles were waiting in the world,

To lay with a stranger just to feel beautiful like someone actually loved you,
To get married to soon and be left at the alter,
To get divorced when things got to rough,
To fall in love but shatter it as you came crashing down,
To be broken by the one who was supposed to fix you,
To be fixed by the one who broke you,

To become a new person,
Blossoming like a rose,
Pollinating the land,
Becoming a rose garden,
And then dying after years of challenges becoming too much,

To try to take your life and fail,
To finally see the light when only darkness consumed you,
The rose garden is dead,
I am the petal that is left wondering the universe,
Searching for a new world,
A new planet,
A new life,
A new beginning...