Wildflower
You are a wildflower. You
cannot be tamed. It won't even
be attempted. You cannot be
domesticated. Only looked at
for one's pleasure. You aren't
meant to be loved, only
admired from afar. Maybe nice
to touch and feel, but that it all.
You will be used for one's
connivence, but not your own.
You will stay ripe and beautiful
for your viewer's glory, but at
your own cost. Yes, my purple
one, you will be used. Indeed,
your seductive colors will earn
you attention, but only
temporarily. A trophy, you will
be sometimes. But what else
did you expect when you
became a wildflower? You are
one flower amongst a million.
What makes you different? You
will never know because the
emotions of your colors will not
let you think that far. You will
have various admirers and they
will use your beauty to their
advantage. Because you are a
wildflower and for no other
reason. You are meant to stay
out in the rain to be caught in
the storm. It is only so you can
grow. What did you learn,
bright yellow one? Whatever
you do don't let the admirer
take control of you and pick
you from the very foundation
God grew you from! It's your
sanity! It's your life, pink one!
When your petals become too
heavy let the breath of God
carry that away. For you are a
wildflower and like a tree, you
will always be here. No storm
and no admirer can break your
fragile stem and tear your
delicate petals. You are a
wildflower. Beautiful and
untamed.
Copyright © San'Tina Mickens | Year Posted 2014
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