The Possessed Root

and here is the doubt :

she is not a pessimist,

she is just haunted by the knowledge.

by the experience.

just like the sun rises from the east,

so does her belief in commitment.

she is not scared when one stops being romantic.

yet scared when one stops loving her the way she is.

all the flowers on the field,

attractive because of their own petals.

each holds its own story, its own value.

it was so easy to pick one,

as it seems lovely.

one tried to grow it for a month, a year, or probably two or more.

and as the time goes by

realized that the root was far from expected.

so how?

should that flower lost its existence?

how wasted.

it would be better for that flower to be on the field then.

perhaps waiting to be picked by someone else.

someone who was a farmer, a planter or a biologist.

who clearly knew the possessed root,

and pleased by that.

but the flower never knows,

she could only guess.

as everyone was promising on the beginning.