Rhododendron

Set fire to my garden

And kill my delusions with logic

Burst my bubble of illusion

For every they love me petal that I attempt to pluck

Tell me the flower is a sign of bad luck

That it’s secretly poisonous

I’ll reply with it’s name

Rhododendron.

Fully aware of it’s effects,

I can list out the ways it’ll kill me.

But I’m too stubborn to put it back

Instead, I pick you from your soil

With intentions to pot you

But instead selfishness got the better of me

Focused on harvesting your sweet nectar

I plucked your beautiful petals

Determined to turn it into honey

Reaping the benefits of having you around

Unaware that too much of you would kill me

A silent poison

They keep telling me to give myself flowers

But I had to set fire to my garden.

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As always, take what resonates and leave what doesn’t!

With love, always

Natasha K