writteninthestars

Sunflower On Fire

The cackling heat sets ablaze on the

yellow field

They’re heads lowered and turned in the

opposite direction where grey clouds loom

They must prepare their stalk to root a

firm grip into the earth so that maybe

Just maybe — they’ll survive this storm

 

This storm so familiar yet a stranger at the

same time

Perhaps, a hurricane in disguise?

The heat is quickly approaching and

ashes are burning darker

Surely this storm will bring relief to their

burnt petals like a cleansing for the bad

memories

 

But it feels so distant, unreachable, cold

They feel the red as it blurs their vision

and licks a hot path up their thin backs

I’m hoping it will swallow them whole until I

can finally burst out of this oblivion

 

The sky is clearing and they’re drifting

away with the thick smoke

It was not a hurricane in disguise but a

false god hallucinating hope

And wherever the wind chooses to take

them, I pray that my final resting place is

with them

 

- n.n.b