Recovery Poetry
~ " The Most Beautiful Flower " ~
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read, beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown. For the world was intent on dragging me down. And if that weren't enough to ruin my day, a young boy out of breathe approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down, and said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, with it's petals all warn down-not enough rain, or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a smile and shifted away. But instead of retreating he sat next to my side, and placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise.
It smells pretty and it's beautiful too, that's why I picked it, here it's for you! The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave, so I reached for the flower and replied, just what I need. But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, he held it mid-air without reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time, that the weed toting boy could not see, he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun. As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
You're welcome he smiled and then ran off to play, unaware of the impact he's had on my day. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see, a self pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. How did he know about my self indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart, he's been blessed with true sight. Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see. The problem was not with the world, the problem was me.
And for those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in life and appreciate every second that's mine. And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose. And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand. About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
~Author Unknown~
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