Not a sun’s flower

Por: Ana Sofía Romero

She had gotten used

to watch him all day long

to turn her head around

and wait for him to return

His presence was so bright

his face displayed the prettiest features

His candor warmed the hearts

of even the most stubborn creatures

Yet she was used to ignore

his reputation of being a liar

The rumours that his beauty hid

the poison of a deadly viper

While he wandered through the world

Mrs Sunflower distressed

When he was not around

the darkness made her scared

Light was nowhere to be found

for night was too obscure

And cold breezes found their way

of pressing on her deepest wounds

Carrying back old nightmares

but never an actual cure

So every night she prayed

for her lover to come back the next day

To cross the azure once more

and say it was all for her

But one time, once again 

a cold breeze visited her at night

and instead of torturing her psyche

it gently whispered from behind

Revealing the wild adventures

her lover easily hid

The countless amount of

Roses, Lilies, and Jasmines

he visited every day of the week

It was then that she realized

It had all been a detailed scheme

Yet she was not the only victim

nor the one to blame

Roses also felt

Lilies were allowed to cry

Jasmines could scream

But it was the sun who had enslaved them all

with convincing tricks

and disguised threats

that chained their feelings

to the greediest man

She had once believed her life

depended on the light he provided

but she had failed to see the scars

such an intense heat was carving

It was time to stop suppressing

the fire that burned inside her

Let it become a symbol, a guide,

and see herself as a courageous fighter

She started to thank the clouds

for they had always tried to protect her

either by hiding her from Mr. Sun

or by washing away her sadness 

She also thanked the wind

who rather than tormenting her

had always tried to warn her about the nearest dangers

Those dangers we fail to see

when our fears become like daggers

that end up pointing against us

when utilized by a skilled manipulator

But she could now start to grow by herself

seek the light in a different place

turn her eyes away from the sun

and let them rest on her own chest

Taking a look inside her

and for the first time, admiring her own grace

She was not Sun’s flower

She had never been 

and now she could reclaim

her goals, rights and dreams

All that she had always deserved

as an individual and beautiful being.