Fragile Flower
Photo mine, Peony ‘Norma Volz’

My soul was a hollow bone, without Love. My body as forsaken as a flower, cut off from its roots. With no way to flourish, no medium in which to grow, deprived of vital rooted-ness, I became my own enemy.

LBM 9/24/2020
['Lori Mccray']
['Poetry On Medium', 'Flowers', 'Love', 'Growth', 'Poetry']