Wisteria

‘A friend once called Wisteria a Beautiful Death.  The more beautiful the wisteria, the more devastated her host becomes.  Eventually she takes everything for he cannot stand the weight.’


She twists and turns and climbs
Completely intertwined.
Flowers decorating
Green vine suffocating
She holds her love close.
Too close
Too much
Too hard
And so with her beautiful need for light and sun and love,
She leaves him trapped
Unable to breathe.
They cannot both live like this.
She must give.
But oh how hard it is to stop reaching and needing.
Her beautiful bloom wilts,
She is no longer beautiful
Just suffocating
Just too much.
He cannot survive like this,
And neither can she.
A beautiful death is a death just the same