If I were a flower my petals would be fading now,
drooping and withering in the early summer
but if by chance you glanced my way to warm me through,
watered my weakened frame to give me strength,
then I know I would survive to see the Autumn.

Strange that it should be this way for summer
lends itself to life and love and laughter.
Here in this hole where all is dark and pained
all laughter is stifled by the dank air.
No sunlight filters through, no light at all.

I am cut off from friends and faces I once knew.
Hemmed in by physical inabilities,
dim eyes and ears that hear the nothingness.
The song of silence fills me so persistently,
I hum its tune, remembering life’s symphony.

If I were a flower my petals would be fading now,
drooping and withering in the early summer
but if by chance you glanced my way to warm me once again,
watered my weakened frame to give me strength,
then I believe your love would see me through.

Ruth Walters

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-i-were-a-flower/