Daisy
Small, innocent and frail
You stand, in a crowd of weeds.
They will rob you of your joyous centre
Your light, your spark and your soul.
They will strip you of your dignity
Your self-love, hope and power.
Oh, flower,
Grow beyond their insults
and let them wither,
for you are a daisy, My Daisy.
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The Ways in Which We Think
PoetryA collection of poems, thoughts and outburst that I have written in hopes to reassure those who are unsure about living, each piece is about a certain aspect of my life and as a person who struggles with both emotional and mental health issues I wan...
