Shrivel
Quietly wilting
edges ruffled
rumpled.
The petals
still fragrant
but fading
still beautiful
but tattered
just along
curled in edges
as beauty
slowly fades.
I will not allow what happened to cause the new petals of my emotional growth to whither and wilt. These delicate edges of floral petals that are the growth of my emotional healthy and well-being are not allowed to be tattered. Not by her. I will not allow this newest affront to cause me to backslide.
Twisting the Leaf 