If you think me harsh,

then think again,

for this thing I treasure

is mine alone,

but not mine at all.

 

I touch it tender as

a flower just ready to bloom,

and yet my touch is not

enough to save the flower

from its drooping doom.

 

For here I stand holding on

but letting go, and this

treasure of my soul floats away,

away to its natural end.

 

15/10/2021