a poem: why wouldn’t I?

I’m like an open notebook with
Japanese cherry blossoms painted across both pages

When you gently run your fingers over the blossoms
Drawing circles as you go
They might soon come off the pages
Landing gracefully onto your hand

You need to make them feel at home
Make for them to nestle cozily into your palm
Maybe water and sing to them?

If you’re just a little patient
They might then slowly bloom
Revealing all the beauty and truths hidden safely beneath their covers

They’ll tell you all their stories bluntly
As you show your genuine ways,
She will unleash her raw inner self to you

Because, why wouldn’t I?

-your tiny woman in a giant world

2 thoughts on “a poem: why wouldn’t I?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s