Orchid

The break of dawn comes upon the sky. It is silent and desolate. The only sound is coming from the rustling of leaves and the wind itself. The streets are bare and the buildings lining up the street are isolated. There is no sign of life. Is there anyone here? Suddenly, a girl comes into view.

I’m a perfect flower that takes peoples’ breath away with just one look at my rare and delicate beauty. My inner beauty exposes itself at the time I bloom.

She is walking down the street, looking at her feet, watching every step she takes. Her steps are slow as if she has no more energy to move.

These straight lines on my petals connect one way or another and they all lead to my center where my heart is located. That is where my love and affection are stored.

She looks up and gazes at the buildings surrounding her. She tilts her head as if she is trying to hear something. There is no sound but the wind. That strong gust of wind that has not been calm for a while. There is no specific time known for when it has started. She strains to hear something, anything else other than that dreadful gust of wind, but it is no use. Nothing else makes a sound. She takes a breath and lets out a sigh. She takes a step and continues to walk in the opposite direction the wind is blowing. She keeps pushing forward despite the strong force.

My petals contain a beauty that is like no other. But they are so delicate; one touch can tear out a petal or contaminate it. A touch that is so malignant and heartbreaking that it can destroy my appearance entirely. But without danger, I can last long and bloom with elegance.

Her steps are slow and delicate, like she is walking on eggshells. She eventually makes it halfway down the street when all of a sudden she sees this glare. It is coming from a building to her right. The building is pure white and it has many windows on each side of it. There is a door with nothing on it, but its color is enticing.

My spirit can take in anything and try to make the best out of anything. Depending on what time of year it is or what type of environment, my shape is more unique than others.

The door has the girl in a hold that controls her mind. It has somehow taken over her movements. She stops walking and turns to her right.

I can grow anywhere, but I am difficult to find. It takes a lot of time to find my true self.

She takes a deep breath; she starts to think, I can make it to that door. It is only a short distance away. I can do this; the wind cannot hold me back, no matter how strong it is blowing. She takes another deep breath and takes one step forward. As soon as her foot touches the ground, the wind gets stronger. Her entire body starts to sway and her hair starts flying around. It’s covering her eyes and wrapping around her face. She keeps going, even though each step keeps getting harder. The wind is getting stronger and louder. Her ears are filled with the sound of the wind; it is the same sound over and over. She is almost at the door. She needs a few more steps to reach that colored door. Right as she takes her last step, the wind is blowing at its strongest and, all of a sudden, she is lifted off her feet and blown to the side a few feet away. She lands on her side on the hard asphalt. She lifts her head and looks towards the door. She thinks, should I keep going? The door is right there, just in reach of my grasp. I can do it. Just fight the wind, it cannot go on forever. She stands up and grits her teeth, curling her hands into fists and starts to take long steps, back towards the door.

I am exotic and unusual, but that is okay because it gives me a sense of refinement and innocence.

She is fighting the force of the wind with every step, feeling as if her bones will shatter after each time her foot touches the ground, ignoring the pain in her legs, she keeps going.

I am bold, vivid, radiant, and elegant.

Just a few more steps and she will make it. Her steps are heavy and loud, her breaths are heavy and uneven but she does not give up. Finally, she makes it to the door.

I am a shy flower and I need to show what I am made of. And I do it with no regrets.

She grabs the knob and turns it and pushes the door open. She stumbles into the doorway and slams the door shut. She leans her back against the door and catches her breath. Her whole body is aching, but she made it.

It shows them my passion for love, my energy to try and be as much use as I can, and my power to feel good and confident.

She can still hear the wind, but not as loud as before. She looks around and sees another person lying on the floor.

I only bloom for a short period of time. During that time, I need to have my confidence boosted.

She moves towards the person and kneels down right behind them to touch their shoulder. Her hand rests on the person’s shoulder; she can feel their body heat. She can’t believe there is another living person here, one she is actually touching, the person’s body heat spreading through her hand like wildfire.

That short time is when I have enough confidence built up to reveal myself completely.

Her touch awakens the stranger and they turn over. It is another girl with bright blue eyes, almost as blue as the sky when the sun is fully shining. The girl has long eyelashes as well that makes it seem like her eyes are welcoming, like coming home after a long day. They stare into each other’s eyes and then they smile at each other.

The captivation is too hard to resist, but the point of capturing peoples’ attention is to show them the inner beauty that I have.

The sound of the wind suddenly disappears as if it never even existed in the first place. Somehow, the world is in peace and quiet again.

Confidence is everything since I expose my inner being. I give my all for everyone and finally express my true self.