Wild Women
everyone wants women to be a sunflower;
bright, tall, forever reaching for the sun.
but honey,
some of us are sprawling bushes filled with blackberries,
hidden by bramble.
some of us are mighty oaks,
strong, secure with no intention of giving way.
but the beautiful thing about blackberries is
if you make your way through the bramble,
and gently search through the leaves,
you'll be rewarded with their sweetness.
and the comforting thing about oaks-
they will withstand the storm,
they will sway & dance in the wind,
providing you shelter & shade.
Copyright © Taylor Stiles | Year Posted 2025
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