Down the street, a couple blocks from here is a tree that is quite peculiar. Out of this tree grows branches of beautiful cherry blossoms. The strange thing is that the flowers are not of uniform color, shape or smell. One set of flowers are white and sparse while the others are full and pink. The trunk is entirely one type of tree but it flowers as two separate entities. Both beautiful, both individual and both growing from the same trunk.
Dueling flowers are growing from my heart. One is blue and free while the other is dark and flat. I tried making a bouquet but the flowers ate each other. So I gather them separately and just appreciate their loveliness individually. I pet them and adore them. I water them and give them light. But they will not cooperate with each other being stubborn flowers and I become resentimental. I love them and hate them for making me choose.
Yes, they want me to choose. So I make my choice and become even more resentimental. Because I will miss the other as it grew from the same trunk, my heart. Like cutting off an arm. It bleeds.
