Metaphorical

Among the fallen blossoms 
You crumble, 
A thorn among petals. 
You are curled up 
A buried ball 
Hiding in the pink greenery 
Of the vegetation. 
Trying to drown yourself 
In its sickly sweet scent. 
I watch as you open your eyes; 
Looking up 
You shake a fist at the skies, 
WHY ME? why me? 
I long to rush to your side 
To chase away the darkness, 
But I cannot. 
This is your darkness, 
And my light will not penetrate it. 
All I can do is wait, 
Patiently on the sidelines 
For you to emerge again. 
And when you do 
I will dust off the petals 
Like teardrops resting in your hair. 
And I will lift your eyes 
Towards the sun 
That is shining once more. 
I will hold you close 
As I softly croon 
"Everything's gonna be alright" 
And you will smile 
My fallen flower, 
Fixed again.

Fallen Flower