The flower they blamed for dying

I had to admit that the environment I was in was toxic; I wasn’t lying 

The flower they blamed for dying

The fumes that came from the unrighteous things

Made me view pain and love as nothing but the same.

The flower they blamed for dying

When I was dead, they screamed I had life, 

In reality, everything was like pollution, and I felt like I was getting jabbed by a knife. 

The flower they blamed for dying 

Until I couldn’t take it anymore

The affirmations and meditation couldn’t help me fake it any more

The gods I was seeking couldn’t help me make it any more

Not that I was ever going anywhere, but the deception that they gave me was good enough

To distract me from the pain that my petals were being ripped up. 

Confused as they plucked me, saying “now they love me, now they don’t, now they love me, 

Now they don’t, now they harm me, now they don’t.”

Thinking that they would forever be for me, but the truth is, demons won’t.

So in desperation, I cried, and when I heard no answer, I died.

Meanwhile, the dead continued to scream, “Don’t worry because she is alive”.

Until the husbandman came and uprooted the dead thing up

Said “Flowers were not meant to thrive in concrete,” and I got plucked up 

He wanted me and pleaded for my life when I wasn’t even up for a bargain.

Then He planted me in the midst of His heavenly garden. 

Where life is never-ending, 

And his power touches dead things and begins the resurrecting. 

Then I chose to die again.

Realized that for me to truly live again, I had to die to my old self. 

I had to leave behind being a weed to become a flower, experiencing true wealth.

Not all things that are planted are alive.

Not all things that are dying are destined to die.

When I chose to become alive under the husbandman’s care

The dead got angry with me and said my life was not one to spare

But the salvation of the King was not lying

Now this is the story of “The flower they blamed for dying”.