Ella Belvin
Evening Primrose
Does beauty only live in our eyes
and cease to exist without witness?
Does wisdom die with the wise
or hurt fade with forgiveness?
Does love perish in solitude,
dehydrating the heart?
Or does love continue to renew
and keep the broken from falling apart?
Is all hope of normality lost
when hell starts to seep
from every corner, to accost us?
Is death worth the power you seek?
No,
the flowers still bloom in the dark.
—Submitted on
Ella Belvin is a senior at St. Mary’s Episcopal School in Memphis, Tennessee.
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