“flower fields”

decision making is hard. When your surrounded by a field of flowers and yet all you seem to be drawn to is that one rose.
there’s a magnolia right next to it but you aren’t sure if you’re as interested.
you walk to the rose with an angelic glaze in you’re eyes.
you pick it and at first nothing goes wrong until you stopped looking at it.
you then became blind and seemed to not notice all the thorns that were pricking into you’re fingers
you drop it in sincere shock but seem to pick it back up again in hopes maybe those thorns won’t be so sharp again.
they are.
you then let it go and continue to find another. you keep moving forward but ended up back tracking to that one magnolia you saw right before the rose.
you pick it up.
before it’s completely out of the ground you let it go scared that it may have thorns worse than the rose
you don’t like change so you find that you’re walking back to the rose knowing you’ve already handled the pain of it once that you can do it again.
now your tired it seems the seasons have changed and now you’re stuck in the same field but instead of flowers it’s snow.
cold, alone, scared
you cant escape
there seems to be something missing yet you can’t figure out what is completely.
you try to walk further to maybe find some type of light that can mean warmth but it just keeps getting darker and darker.
now your stuck with the guilt of giving up so easy when we could’ve just kept moving through that beautiful flowered field