9-30-20 Feelings

A person once had this plant an it grew into a beautiful flower an produced lovely petals in return for the person.
 
They carefully took those petals an kept them safe.

But the flower was planted within a harsh environment that over the years had taken its toll upon the person.

They tried to remove the flower... but didn't have the proper tools for doing so.
So with a broken heart that person took the lovely petals an removed himself from that environment.

Over the years even tho it was a harsh environment the flowers roots took deep an it thrived an flourished.

The person watched the flower over the years tho an cherished the petals it once produced for them.

Now that environment has taken its toll upon the flower an even tho the environment has forced it to adapt causing it to be twisted an changed... its still that same beautiful flower as before.

One day years later the person sees the flower again an all it's beauty amongst that harsh environment. Now they have the proper tools to remove it.

They know that it can't jus be pulled an taken away immediately so they slowly an lovingly water it while gently uprooting it.

Days pass by an slowly that environment begins to take its toll upon the person but they continue to feed an nurture the flower an dig around it so it can be easily removed.

Weeks pass... now twisted an changed jus as the flower the person still digs trying to free that beautiful flower.

But having adapted to such harsh conditions the flowers natural defense mechanisms have created thorns in attempts of protection amongst that environment.

Months pass but the person carefully navigates the thorns an slowly continues to dig. Prick by prick they bleed an take the pain as the flower fights thinking it's jus another attack from the environment.

The flowers roots are so deeply planted an it's adapted to such toxicity that even when fed an nurtured lovingly it couldn't see that person was really trying to uproot it an plant it someplace better.

A beauty so majestic yet rooted among such hazardous grounds. The flower is now so twisted an confused it's unwilling to accept any water an see's such as jus another attack an constantly releases its thorns.

With many scars from the flowers thorns an no longer wanting to bleed an feel pain the person steps away again...

What can they even do?

Even with all the tools... with all the love an nurturing... nothing seems to work.
The person now sits broken hearted yet again an looks upon the flower with nothing but these petals as a memory