Petals White to Black

How quickly do I forget the color
Of a flower with a shade that fades
And turns darker.


As likely will I mirror it one day
Reflecting unexpected growth,
Without minding anyone else.


Light and shadows pass by,
But I’ll stretch accordingly
Desiring nothing more
Than the freedom to choose.


Fears of withering
Scare off the land,
Made of make believe.


While I remain as the one
That knows all too well
How time has passed me.