A Flower

 

A flower blooms,
Its beauty unrecognised.
No depth, no feeling,
Only cold calculation, a knowing.

This is life without meaning,
Two-dimensional reality. Fact.

Who am I to deserve this?
Who am I not to?

The flower dies,
Its decay unrecognised.
Just another shade of grey,
Colouring this dull world.


This poem is from the book Words On A Page

 
Zachary Phillips

Zachary Phillips is a counselor, coach, meditation instructor, author, and poet. He helps entrepreneurs, spiritualists, and survivors identify and release the limiting beliefs that no longer serve. With compassion and insight, he supports them as they navigate dark nights of the soul and find peace, guiding them from surviving to passionately thriving using tips, tools, and techniques that enable them to process the past, accept the present, and embrace the future with positivity and purpose. Zachary is also a qualified teacher, personal trainer, Reiki master, and is currently studying a Master of Counseling.

https://www.zachary-phillips.com
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