Petal by Petal

                   

The days unfold, a tiredness slips into the empty space. The fragrant petals of yesterdays long gone soothe but cannot replace the thorn of sadness.

I knew that the day after and days to come would carve deep, and release the fullness stored...

but to such depth do the petals unfold?

Many layers, petal by petal as tears nourish the wounded heart.