Poetry: The Art of Isolation
A flower bloomed as water showers her with love, given enough light when it needs some sunshine, and fed with love with it needs attention. But there were days when she feels unwanted, no light to brighten up her day, and no water to fill her thirstiness. She was isolated. But sometimes isolation might be the flowers solution to finding itself; alone. As time passes by, she may be lighted nor feel again some sorrow for a while but that's part her living for she is just a blossoming piece, a piece of someone who can make her whole and complete her..finally.
© 2017 Joan Floresca