PERENNIAL
I was cut down just when I was flowering.
A single slash of the scythe.
Liquid dripping from the stump.
Unseen by others here
amongst those still in bloom.
But my roots remain.
A bulb, perennial stored energy.
I will emerge again.
I will flower again.
I showed this poem to some people in my writing group. Two interpretations: It is about a violent breakup. It is about having your writing rejected.
Rejection is definitely the theme. The situation is up to you.
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