Helit R Broza
In the beginning, I was a branch torn violently off the family tree.
The branch tried desperately to grow something outside of herself to justify her existence, something that would allow her to reunite with her beloved tree. A new limb, she thought, or better yet, a little branch of her very own. A tiny being to nurse heavy with love, to surround with care and tenderness and adoration. Someone to have the kind of existence she never had. She, with her burn scars and her gaping wounds. She, with her scorched soul and her dark memories reverberating through her broken body like an out-of-tune piano.
But the tiny thing never grew and as the years passed, the branch began to fall apart. Once, a Random dog came by and picked her up and for a moment she was overcome with joy at being of use to someone. But the dog chewed on her with such abandon that by the time he was done, there was nothing left of her but tiny pieces that quickly disintegrated into the dark earth and became one with it. She lay in the dark for a long, long time and felt nothing. Until one day, many years later, she noticed something new and unexpected began to move around her, then inside of her. Until one cool spring day, a bright new bud burst into the air. She was a broken branch no more.
And neither am I.
I Am The Flower..
And I have nothing to prove, nothing to create except my own happiness.
