Flowers – A Haiku

The flowers need rain
The Sun shows no mercy
The flowers whither



Here’s what came of my musings on identity and our struggle with it. It also serves as the heart for an experiment with rhyme schemes.


While being told that the choices you’re making are the wrong ones is something I’m intimately familiar with, it’s only when I heard of someone else facing the same that I found my impulsively writing that which follows…