Peach Blossom Chrysanthemum Poem by Bala Pillalamarri

It started with some doubts and anxieties
and the bucket was full of gloom,
Just as that cold time
When only dark seems to loom

I thought I withered and shriveled
Made feeble attempts to up
Lost and removed
Finding myself unguarded
I went on a rampage of self loathe
thereby caging myself up

I saw I was breaking ties
I saw I was wrong
But what I failed to see
you were right beside me
Standing ever so strong
Just like the autumn queen

The feeling of hopelessness
The fear of another fall
The thought that I could not reach
The ripest peach

But little did I know
It was meant for me all along
I needed to come out of my blind side
While you waited patiently on my cries

You are my peach
You are my blossom
You are my Chrysanthemum

It is just not me
I know you are with all of us
Friends, family and strangers

Our Peach Blossom Chrysanthemum