Orchid Fallen

Found an old poem I wrote three years ago. Thought I’d share it here.


Our love is like

an orchid fallen

crumpled buds and

scattered pollen

satin petals

shriveled and pale

so, sad, so stale.


Our love is like

an orchid fallen

wilted stems and

scattered pollen

rotting roots

dried and twisted

so pitiful, so dead.


Our love is like

an orchid fallen

so barren, so stripped down,

so scorched brown, so disgraced

why’d she kill us in the first place?



2 Comments Add yours

  1. Skylark says:

    Your work is beautiful. Your (background) story is amazing. Your character, your resilience, is outstanding beyond a doubt. Whatever it is, you don’t let the world crash down on your ideals.
    – • –
    I just wanted to say how inspiring you are, just reading through your posts. (Don’t worry, this is not a suicide note. I have a new perspective on things because of you, but from any mental disorders.)
    Hopefully, this message makes your day just a little more meaningful. Keep at it. And best of luck.
    “However long the night, dawn will break.” ~African proverb

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    1. Wow! Thank you Skylark! This absolutely made my day and I am honored that you took the time to read my posts and leave a comment. ❤ Thank you and have an awesome day!


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