Petals Against the Silence

Petals Against the Silence

By Sahil’s Reflection

She leans on stone that does not feel,

A mask of time, so cold, so real.

Her lashes close like whispered rain,

To hide the echo of her pain.

A bloom in hand—so soft, so bold,

Orange fire in fingers cold.

She breathes it in as if to say:

“I’ve carried spring through darkest days.”

The flowers brush her dusky cheek,

Where silence sleeps and shadows speak.

Her hennaed hand, a fading spell,

Of dreams once dreamt, too hard to tell.

She hides behind a wall of scars,

Her face half-lost like fallen stars.

Yet in her grasp, the blossoms burn—

A will to fight, a strength to yearn.

Her eyes unseen, yet they still weep

For secrets that the soul must keep.

She smells the bloom, she feels it hum—

A promise that the dawn will come.

Each petal writes what lips can't say,

Of love that blooms, then fades away.

Yet in her hush, a garden grows—

From roots of loss, from silent throes.

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Closing Lines:

So let her rest with petals pressed,

To heart and soul and aching chest.

For even stone may someday see

The flowered strength of poetry.