by Amy-Grace Bessick
I want to be a wildflower
Blooming, being tossed around by the wind and
blooming as I am meant to be
For so long I thought I wanted to be a grocery store bouquet
So many walk by and pick and choose which is the most fitting
To bring beauty into their homes, only to be left in a vase, forgotten and eventually... rot
I want to be a greenhouse flower
Pruned, cared and protected from all the atrocities that could harm me,
knowing that I am wanted and valued,
simply for being for growing how I am intended to be.
I've felt like a weed,
An eyesore to some, sticking out in the place you wished they wouldn't, uprooted and tossed aside so that the rest of the flowers
have room to grow
But weeds are flowers too,
They are resilient, strong and despite what you think,
Grow
whether you deem them worthy enough of it or not.
So whether you are pretty enough to be picked or
A wallflower that sits aside, watching life go by,
the Sun shines on you anyway, you will bloom no matter who sees it and
you will blossom into who you are meant to
Be
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