There’s nothing wrong with being a delicate flower.
To be beautiful and fragile.
Like an Orchid,
living on the edge of dehydration.
Gently place an ice cube upon my roots,
It slowly seeps deep into my veins.
Sit sun soaked for six hours a day-
Vitamin D, doctor’s orders.
I need the light to keep away my dark.
I need the light like a plant needs it for photosynthesis,
turning rays into energy.
Positive or negative?
Is the choice really ours?
To suck it up,
all the fucking carbon dioxide left by the exhaust of past lovers’ exits.
An exhale expels oxygen, leaving the excrements behind.
Talk slower, lower, calmer.
Keep a clear mind.
Remember tone and pace and time of day.
Hold fast to the integrity of spirit,
but still release the id and ego- to ensure needs are met.
Don’t watch your step,
‘cause sometimes eggshells help to fertilize,
to strengthen the cell wall.
Delicate flowers are the strongest of them all.