The Other Side of the Petal

My bright petals flourish in the dank environment,

I dance in the violent gale.

The only colour in my life is my own,

Life is miserable but I will prevail.

But why? Oh why?

Wouldn’t it be easier to just quit?

Who would notice if part of the bouquet was missing,

If I wilted, just a bit.

But there are things that most can’t see,

From little girls to admirers to brides,

From sick mothers to past friends or loved ones,

When it comes love, in me they confide.

Although I’m in constant suffering,

Being trampled or just a visual delight,

The light of my day will soon arrive,

I will be picked to make someone else’s life right.

Even though I live for others,

And people live and love through me,

In the end, I’m just a flower.

What change will I ever be?