Best Poems Written by Taylor Rousu

Bloom

I would rather cling to the edge of a cliff as an ugly, wiry, 
weed
than be a beautiful rose confined to a pot. 

They try to unfold your velvet petals with their clumsy, feeble 
hands, 
whereas I remain unscathed by any but my own. 
You will be severed for your beauty, because that’s what they 
think of
love. 

No greedy hands will find my own. I will stand
alone; 
strong and free. 

I will see more than brick walls from glass cages; 
I will see a world of color beneath my roots. 

Let them sulk in beauty, harnessed by a pot of dirt; 
for I would sooner wilt on a cliff’s edge
gazing out towards an unfathomable beauty, rather than by 
confined by 
my own. 

I will let them be as flowers, going no further, seeing no more. 
A bud
hanging low, amidst buds. 

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