The Field
Floating through the air in a field
I am being pulled into the ground
I am a seed becoming a flower
I am supposed to sprout, to look like all the other flowers in my field
But I don't look like the other flowers
My pedals are different
My color is different
My height is different
I’m not the same type flower
I rip my pedals off
one by one
they fall to the ground
until my leaves follow suit
now my roots detach from the soil
the wind blows me to the ground
I’m a flower becoming irrelevant
Floating above the field, not even in the ground
Copyright © Jordan Deyo | Year Posted 2015
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