Regrowth in Malicious Grace

A garden of flowers

The timid tulip cowers 

Fore her stem is succinct

The kind of flower that if you blinked,

You would miss her altogether.

You spotted her, however.

Whispered to her of her beauty, 

Helped her bloom like it was your duty.

Spoiled her in sweet soil 

How quickly she bloomed; queen of the field; a royal,

She grew tall above them all. 

One day, she answered your call.

She turned to you, shining in the sun’s radiant light

You gave her no time to put up a fight.

When you picked her from the ground, right above the stem you bite,

Devouring her with all your might.

Once you are sure she is ruined, you spit out each petal

Demolishing the very thing you had fettled 

You egress the scene, leaving her completely dead

Or one would think, after witnessing the behead.

That tough tulip is a trooper

Though left in a stupor,

Her seeds survive

And the following springtime they thrive.

Her ravishing petals made of magnificent satin 

She is alluring, with a stem strong as batten 

To no one’s dismay, back to the field you find

She knows she should be frightened, but at first you were so kind

She trusts you again, with her stem, petals, and leaves

But once again, you pluck her up and thieve. 

For many springs, this becomes the routine,

But how can someone so kind turn out to be so mean?

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