Bending
The flower bends when the honeybeelands,
stem bowing low as he gathers sustenance.
Filled, the bee takes flight and the flower
stands straight up again.
I bend and your needs are met
and for the longest time, I still
stood regal and tall like the flower.
Time takes its toll.
I no longer return to my tall, straight self.
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I love how you have blended the flower metaphor so seamlessly into the personal. I really relate to this one. Well done!
Thank you! I see there’s a typo in the first line.