Calla Lily - Poem by Coleen Cantor
Silky, white, bloom, on a single stem.
Its trumpet-shape calling out to you,
Dying to feel your music.
Sing softly into my life.
How can something so beautiful be poisonious?
I never wanted to inflict pain.
My intentions were true.
My feelings raw like the dirt in which the bulb is planted.
The roots growing down. Not towards the surface where surely death will occur.
You can tell me. Secrets are safe.
I am not ready.
Someday, I will know the intensity and depth of such love.
And it will be a gift.
Understand how only time creates the most beautiful bloosoms.
The pain can be replaced.
I understand and am sorry.
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