for a while it was like I was the newly born, fresh out of a warm womb, hanging onto that umbilical chord, wishing there was a way back in. after waiting on nursing for days (months/years in an adult-like time lapse), it slowly began to feel like an orphan. but now, after some great acknowledging and somewhat judging, I realize I was actually just a seed that had some popping out to do - to blossom beauty in gardens of other kinds.
there's no use for a seed in a dying flower.
and you can pluralize the flower in that.