Seed or Flower

I felt my roots losing all hope at life

Being drained from all the water supply 

wondering if I was once the good wife 

Should I know follow the stairs to the sky 

There are always two sides to what we see 

some with perfect sight, some to bind perhaps 

through my petals people want to know me 

stopping poetry for a long time lapse 

Wether to be a seed or a flower 

To become a rose or stop in my tracks 

Contemplating life in the dark hour 

Or to become a flower dressed in black 

Choose the side of life to the side of death 

The flower wide who took in her last breath