The lilac is my essence,
hibiscus, my heart.
I’ve been called as an expression
of life’s rare & fleeting arts.

Today, I choose
to expose my fragile blooms

(to seek the sun)
(to feel the rain)

& know whence I became.

In the sacredness of flowers
I am an isolated event —
planted in another realm
& capable of enlightenment.

Today, I choose
no lamenting of my youth

(no aches unearthed)
(no feelings shamed)

For in the transience of roses
I know whence I became.

By: Katy Claire Funke

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