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Untitled by Melissa Mead
from Legacy 2001
Untitled
by Melissa Mead
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In a field of bitter herbs,
I was standing.
The ground breathed and slowly spewed forth
a bitter flower, full of loveliness.
A flower smaller than I but with grander things to say.
Her cherry lips bit at me and her sunny eyes burned.
She hissed, "How can you let him go?"
I stammered, "It was not my choice."
The flowers words shot venom.
"It was a choice, but was it yours to make?
A seemly distant place isn't as far as you think.
All distance is emptied into a place called 'loneliness'
You don't have to linger there. Look at all he's offered you.
Love, friendship, a life long commitment. Even sunshine...
Distance or not, it is not a choice taken from you..."
I cried myself to the ground.
"What can I do?" I said as I inhaled my tears.
The flower's face melted into a million little sparrows and
descended into light as she said,
"Love him..."
I woke up in a field of bitter herbs, shadowed by bitter tears.
