A Meaningless Sunflower

I am alone, truly alone, alone, alone, alone. 

I am alone.

I am broken.

I am helpless.

I cannot stand back up.

I will never see the daylight again.

I am falling,

Shattering,

Fading,

Dying.

I cannot carry on.

I will not carry on.

The light is fleeing, 

The skies are darkening,

The world is losing its color. 

I won’t live to see another day.

Another glorious,

Sun-filled day

With birds chirping lively melodies,

People talking and laughing and whispering,

Smiles and beams and praises,

Kindness and caring.

I will forget what they all mean,

Forget the joys,

The warmth,

The happiness.

All I have now is coldness.

Hard, unforgiving coldness.

Blood-sucking coldness.

Numbing coldness.

Empty coldness.

No color,

Except from never ending gray.

But then I see a flower,

A tiny, sprouting flower

With an ugly knobby stem and bright yellow petals, 

Stretching

Upward, 

Growing,

Smiling,

Firm,

Determined,

Resolute.

And I can’t help but wonder 

If my life has started again.