Confessions of aHeartbroken Sunflower

When a sunflower is ripped apart
By catastrophic weather
She must find a way
To put herself back together

Sometimes a sunflower grows weary of thinking
“Will I ever see the sun again?”
The endless rainclouds fuel much doubt

She wonders how to end her relentless sighing
“How do I re-blossom again?”
Thickening fog keeps anxiety and confusion about

The world no longer makes sense,
So many petals strewn in disconnection;
The toll of daily fog and rain
Causes many glitches in her navigation

So...

She wraps herself up in a new flowerbud
Holding the memory of the sun's reassuring rays in her mind,
She simply sits inside herself alone, closes her eyes:
Waits for the fog to lift, the anxiety to dissipate
Confusion to fall wayside and clear the skies

During the sunflower's time of quiet self-restoration
The rain-clouds of doubt conspire against the sun
With misunderstood reasoning

Instead of allowing the sun's silent warmth to be supportive,
These doubt-clouds convince him to block out his warmth completely!

How excruciating for the sunflower,
Who was finally discovering her own smile
To turn affectionately toward the sun
And find only a cold and empty void

As an acute sense of anxiety and despair manifests within
Half-healed heartbreaks new and old once again stain her thoughts,
The sunflower stumbles blindly about in her work-in-progress state,
Cursing her treacherous doubt-clouds for so much disharmony,
Into the darkened fog, searching adamantly for the lost/hidden sunshine.

(Background: Lost in Paradise - Evanescence)