Black Petals
A Poem on Breaking Up With Yourself.
Breaking up is hard to do, indeed. And the worst person to break up with is? Yourself.
It's hard to break up with habits, actions, or thoughts that no longer serve any purpose. They're within our comfort zone. They're part of a routine. We fear change.
And, to break up, or out, of the comfort zone needs patience and time.
The black rose, commonly a breakup or death flower, needs time to wilt when it comes to these thoughts or actions.
Enjoy this Nonet.
Hardy black petals, drifting to ground
Along a path so well defined
A road difficult to leave
Drop with hourglass sand
Leaves of thought wilting
Hard to leave branch
Sandy heart
Gives them
Push.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (3)
I like this a lot.
This was so profound! Loved your poem!
Oh my, you are breaking my brain with these new forms! I loved your Nonet. Give me time, I will do one and the other that still awaits.❣️