Dylan Knippelberg                                   A Wilted Flower

           English 11 2014

 

          Weary and frightened like a baby duckling left on her own, with a voice quiet but hoarse. Her age is unknown to many although each wrinkle tells her story. This ragged structure that is stale of age is a lady who is known to all while not known at all. Her history is filled with distress and hopes to once find the Promised Land. That Promised Land only known to be love itself. Sorrow is what she hides behind every breath of smoke, hoping that one day she will gain the power to refuse. Alone and unloved while she grasps to her life. Family to her is a nightmare of the past. Those fragile bones that is as similar as her life. Weakened from years of punishment she only hopes to disguise, while friends are only dreams and wishes that could never come true. Each day begins the same when she applies another cigarette, surrounded by an atmosphere of smoke as grey as the sky on a rainy day. Dangling by a thread on the edge of life and only alive to wonder which breath may be her last? Unloved, unwanted and buried in her sorrows. A wilted flower is who she and awaiting the day it will all disappear, with no more worries and no more sorrow and no more loneliness to be haunted by every day. She hopes one day to live the dream she wishes to live. A life without flaws and imperfections, a life filled with love around every corner and everyone to be loved.