To Be Human
If reincarnation was a possibility
I know what I would dream of most fondly.
To rise after my fall as an Iris
The flower of faith, hope, courage and wisdom
All of which are qualities to maintain and desire.
A flower surrounded by greenery
With beauty so captivating that passersby can only stop to admire
To acknowledge the flora’s enchanting shade of purple
as well the name bears
The name connected to something
That its past life could simply not acquire
A flower to help as the shelter, the distraction, the resource
that its last form wished to be
To carry the struggling far, far away from there sorrows
To inspire, and share with them a moment of silence
Yes—to give them yet another opportunity for survival.
About the Author
Inksquill is a writer, poet, role-player and one heck of an angstaholic
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