Petals - they fall, unstoppable. I watch their descent with the feeling of helplessness that comes from knowing that I cannot do anything to cease their Falling. I close my eyes, only to find that they Fall heavier and more steadily there, in my inner world. Their Falling, though silent, echoes through my days. Their Fall trails my every Footstep. I leave behind my a legacy of Fallen Petals, though most will never see.
Petals, Falling. They dominate my thoughts and my Life, but for others they are swept unseen, unnoticed, into corners to be forgotten.Under rugs and behind closed doors are where you will find the traces of that which makes me What I Am.... the Petals. I cried Tears for a lifetime, only to find that there were always more to replace what I had shed. I wept all those years in vain, for nobody really heard. But now, I have found Peace. I have found my voice in the silent Fall of Petals......
Petals.... remnants of what once bloomed, now past. And for you, who cannot feel the Peace in the Fall of Petals burst forth from a Patchwork Heart beyond mending, I weep again.
And I will gather up the Petals that Fall as I weep and scatter them into the cold winds of the coming Winter that maybe one will reach you, and in the silent Fall of that Petal, maybe you, too, will Hear the Secrets of your Soul.
Petals..... the Secret Tears of a Soul far beyond weeping.