Wildflower

WILDFLOWER


                   
     WILTED, MEEK
AND TIRED AS CAN BE
                   
           AWAITING
A DROP OF RAIN
                   
     I RAISE MY
PETALS TO FACE THE
SUN
                   
       I’M LIKE THEM
WE ARE THE SAME
                   
     YOU SEE ME HERE
BUT YOU DON’T CARE
                   
         YOU NEVER
PAY ME ANY MIND
                   
       BUT I STILL
RAISE MY PETALS TO
BLOOM
                   
       THOUGH I’M
NOT YOUR CHOSEN KIND
                 
ONE DAY I’LL GET
THAT DROP OF RAIN
POURED OUT FROM THE
SKY
                 
AND I WILL STRETCH
MY PETALS OUT
REGARDLESS OF THE
LIE
          THAT
SOMEHOW I AM LESS
THAN THOSE FLOWERS
YOU TEND SO MUCH
      I WILL
FLOURISH FROM THE
SKYS' PURE LOVE
WITHOUT YOUR GENTLE
TOUCH.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Hamilton Avatar
August 4, 2014 at 4:42 PM
a pen that shows the less known beauty of vibrant wildflowers Christine ty for visiting my page and welcome to soup check out my new contest three themes but do follow the rules particularly date and no names hugs
Ayala Avatar
August 1, 2014 at 11:15 PM
Powerful, inspirational write! Welcome to PoetrySoup, Christine!
Allison Avatar
August 1, 2014 at 2:12 PM
Wonderful imagery for a wild flower:-) Hugs Jan xx
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