A Forgotten Poet

i was once

a tiny flower

growing in the cracks

of cement

barely noticed,

overlooked

as just another aspiring

little

flower.

but then,

then my petals

collected the sun

sipping angelic

colours

and growing

with dewy drops

glistening for all to see.

and people saw,

saw my beauty rising,

flourishing,

expanding

beyond the grey

beyond the expectations

beyond the other flowers.

but that was a long time ago,

i bet you don’t remeber it,

remember me and my flower persona,

because the world has grown cold

and my petals

collect frost

so i freeze

with the winter world.

i am a dying flower,

becoming once again

something you didn’t notice.