Non-Erotic PoetryThe flowerA frightened flower, caught within a raging storm, bent down it's head, it drooped in anguish and I thought surely the morn would find it dead.
But with the sun, it raised it's petaled face, it's heart half torn with pain, and do you know it's fragrance was so much sweeter for the rain.
Machu
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Interesting take
I had thought the same thing recently, and the flower could, quite easily, be taken in that way. Although I wrote it after experiencing abuse, and confusion about my own sexuality brought about by that abuse, it is possibly that subconsciously I was writing along that exact line.
Machumore...
Machu, i've read your CDD & spankin' stories : could we juxtapose the frightened flower as a
Spankee , the Storm as a CDD spankin' & the next day's sunshine as the tender reconciliat-'shun between Spanker'n Spankee once the Discipline is dispensed & sins forgiven ??!!! 5-ed .
Sigh......
This was written a very long time ago.
My life as a teen had more than one turbulent period, but that's pretty common with all kids. I wrote this so that, in some way, I could express the need to keep going, as well as the need to endure. Just like the flower, I feel that I am a better person for the journey.
Machumore...
I can see the sweet little flower
You paint a cute picture 5ed :-)
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