The Bums: A Short Story

Humans resemble flowers. Their soil is all the aspects of life, the stem is their durability and the petals represent their knowledge of self-worth. When people do not understand or value who they are, they become a shell of themselves. Perhaps more like a wilting flower. They curl their petals in blocking the sunlight unknowingly stunting their growth process making themselves weaker. I was once the wilting flower. Succumbing to everyone's opinion of how I should be left me empty. My petals curled in and I became a shell of myself. Yet, because of who I am perceived to be the curling in of my petals was not significant. I was the one who could fend for myself and roll with the punches, no matter how vigorous they were thrown, literally. It …show more content…
It seemed like the end of my crossroad. That there were no other options but down. Nonetheless, I could not give up. It was not if I was a single flower, I was the foundation of the garden. Being the oldest of five there are responsibilities I could not abandon, responsibilities that my mother greatly depended on me for. My roots helped these other flowers prosper as well, but, the garden was neglected and this caused weeds. Weeds of abuse, inability to get involved in activities, and lack of support, weighed down this flower. It seems as if these weeds were the cause of the toxic soil. With the weight of the weeds constantly on this flower, the factor of self-worth was not important. How could anyone be worthy if the weeds were produced by the ones who are closest to you? To be belittled by the ones who you support, the same ones who constantly depend on you is the most distressing feeling known to me and eventually, I broke. I become withdrawn. How I felt did not matter anymore. My only purpose was to please everyone else. This led to me being the dam to my own water supply. My flower developed thorns. I was a mere vessel of myself. No longer caring about my personal well being led me to