First Gong Vol. 8: Thrust FIRST GONG 8 THRUST | Page 23

“TRAMPLED”- Mayree Etti
From being a bead to a nursery
I moved on to a special plant pot
Out of the garden to a personal space
In a warm corner I sat and bloomed
Maybe it was my duty to grow
But there was this one thing I knew
I liked the splash of water that spilled on my very firm stem
I loved the smile that came with the admiration in her eyes
I was a gift you see,
A reminder of a lover’s love
I loved that I was that to her
So every day I bloomed and bloomed
And my earthen bed was the softest there was
When the sun was up, my colour brightened
I was a gift of love and I loved it
It’s morning now and the sun is up
The curtains are still down and all I can see of the sun is the peek from the covered
blinds
Patiently I wait to stretch in the sun but she doesn’t come
What could be wrong, I can’t fathom
Then I see her face, still in her PJs
Eyes puffed and with a stuffed nose
The “gifter” of me had done the worst
His heart was gone to another and her love was paused
I stretched to comfort her but by now I am weak
Being left in the dark for more than a week
Then one day I felt the worst
From that corner I was flung to the ground
No longer a reminder of love
With my bloom gone, I was trampled upon
I wished to speak but that was it
All I am now, is a flower in a pot.
Mayree Etti
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