Pick Me Apart
A collection of poems about blooming and withering.
April 19th, 2019 | Creative Writing
Sun and Rose
By Jacob Cunha
Behold! Mighty sun
Bless this rose with warm respite
Shivers to the bone
Why are all the flowers gone?
By Liana Trasente
I heard her say
Sunflowers are the prettiest flowers
Because they always face the sun
Well I am sorry
That I am a withering rose
With a stem full of thorns
And that you are blind to my
Courage and beauty
I am sorry
That I am not a sunshine yellow
But a bleeding red
And that you cannot see
That I am trying my best
So adore the pretty one who faces the sun
Love her, worship her soft yellow petals
I will be here working on myself
And someday, I will no longer be sorry
3 am
By Laura Colombo Fiore
You - in a hospital bed
Me - sitting in the ratty old lazy-boy
Ripping at the armrest
Trying to make myself smaller
You have chemo running through your veins
I have anxiety in mine
Every
Stir
Beep
Intercom announcement
Comes panic
You’re okay
Relax
Repeat
My brother
Oh my brother
With chemo coursing through your veins
It’s the reason why I have anxiety in mine
But
You are the reason why
I have
Belief in my heart