Metaphor Writing

I am a flower field. Just like there are many parts to a flower field, there are many parts to me. One of the ways I am like a flower field is there are many different flowers in it. They are all different, even some that are the same kind. In the same way, there are many parts to me, and even if some look similar at first glance, they are different. There are good flowers, like daisies and sunflowers. These are the good experiences in my life. But then there are flowers like roses. They look nice, but they really aren’t. They can hurt, even if they don’t mean to. These kinds of experiences are the ones that made me learn something, but hurt me in the process.

Another part of me that connects to a flower field is a stream. Even if you don’t see it, you know it’s there, because without it, the flowers wouldn’t grow. For me, my “stream” is God. Even if I don’t feel his presence, I know he has to be there, because otherwise I couldn’t be who I am. His divine power has made directed my life so both good and bad experiences occur. In a flower field, the stream nourishes both the bad and good flowers, so they both are there.

I am also like a flower field because of the tall grass you see. It sometimes hides the prettiest flowers, but also the bad ones. This is like me because I have MANY secrets, and my “grass” is the ability to keep my mouth shut and my walls I’ve put up over the years. There are some parts of my life I don’t want people to know about. Just like you have to push through a lot of tall grass to get to the flowers, you have to be persistent and patient to get to know the real me. But, just like not all the flowers are covered, there are parts of my life that I let people know about right away, even if they aren’t the best.

Finally, I am like a flower field because of the hidden animals. These are like my personalities. There is the bunny, that hops quietly. This is my happy, quiet personality. But of course, there is the bunny that bother hopping quietly. This is my normal, loud and exuberant personality. Nearby, the silent snake slithered across the ground. But then there is the snake. This represents my quiet, but hard and tough personality. This is the one that can get MEAN! I personally don’t like it to come out, but sometimes it has to. Just like the snake has to come out to feed, I have to get mad once in awhile, because while I am a field, I am truly a human.