In a field of grass, a lone flower blooms,
Different from others, she faces their gloom.
Bright petals like sunbeams, a vibrant display,
Yet whispers of envy keep kindness at bay.
Desperate for warmth, she reaches to fit,
Longing for laughter, for moments of wit.
But they see her as different, an outsider at heart,
An echo of brilliance that sets her apart.
She speaks their language, her words full of grace,
But laughter surrounds her, a cold, empty space.
In classrooms of shadows, her light shines so bright,
Yet they cast their disdain, ignoring her fight.
Each glance that she seeks is met with a frown,
As petals of doubt slowly weigh her down.
They gather in circles, their voices a wall,
While she stands in the center, feeling so small.
But deep in her roots lies a strength they can’t see,
A spirit unbroken, yearning to be free.
She blooms for herself in a world filled with noise,
A reminder to all that she, too, has a voice.
And though they may turn and cast her aside,
She knows in her heart, she has nothing to hide.
In a field of grass, she stands tall and true,
A flower in bloom, with a vibrant hue.
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Whisper in the echoes of rain
PoetryThese poems are an exploration of the quiet moments that often go unnoticed. They delve into the emotions that linger in the shadows, the thoughts that echo in silence, and the feelings that are often left unspoken. Each verse captures a fragment of...
