Burnt Flower

Burnt Flower

I am the burnt flower

You hold me close to your heart in your hardworking dirty charcoal hands

I once bloomed brightly in the shining sun

I am torn

I am ripped

In your burning hands

I am crushed and burnt

Yet to you I still bloom

The edge of my petals are blackened and burning hot

I am not as bright and as colourful as I once was

Covered in the charcoal from your blackened hands

I am crushed and burnt

Yet you still love me enough to hold me in your charcoal hands

You will not let me go from the palm of your burning hands

I am the burnt flower in your burning hands

Toria

27/2/2022