Skeleton Flower

In the garden of life

Unknown to most people

Thrive beautiful colors

Under the invisible steeple.

The fauna that are there

Are of the most exotic kind

Each as unique as

The person they define.

They sing together in harmony

Carelessly dance in the warm wind

Rejoice for their lives

As the population thins.

Just as in all settings

In society

There is one recluse

Who rejoices privately

The skeleton flower sits lonely

Under the darkest shade

For fear of the moisture that might touch his petals

And break down the walls that he made.

For a skeleton flower is able

To withstand the burning sun

As pigment leaks into its petals

With this appearance they can stun

The second moisture touches their skin

The gap they worked hard to create

Immediately drips off of them

And their deceptions start to break.

The people whom they represent

Are sensitive to pain

Yet people don’t recognize their beauty

It causes them to feign

Who they really are inside

And being transparent and proud

Is as hard to them as it is to others

To find the true meaning they shroud.

There’s a skeleton flower in all of us

None of us withstand pain

So we must take turns being the sun to restore

Our friends’ happiness again.