POV: Sunflower

By Amaya Esparza

I sway gently in the

midsummer breeze,

staring up at the sky.

My gaze is always

fixed on the blazing

sun up above. I’m

surrounded by my

kin, but we’re unable

to connect with each

other when we’re

all supposed to be

craving attention

from the same source.

The sun is supposed

to be my one true love,

but how can I feel in

love with a being that

I cannot touch or feel?

How can I be in love

with someone who

cannot get to know me

body, mind, and soul?

My kin don’t seem to

have the same thoughts

that I do as they eagerly

extend themselves as

far as their stems will

allow towards the sun.

It makes me wonder

if there’s something

wrong with me.

But how can there

be something wrong

with me when this

love is not fulfilling?

This life of mine is

awfully lonesome,

and I crave for a

love that is pure

and passionate.

One where a single

touch makes me

shudder in anticipation

from my disk florets to

the roots that keep me

grounded and a kiss

makes my petals dance

and a look makes me feel

like I’m more than

just a sunflower.

By Amaya Esparza