she was a garden
not because her name was petunia or rose
or because she stood like a sunflower when on her tiptoes
she was bright, and her brain was the sun
she was caring, with a nurturing heart
her spirit wanted to grow but needed somewhere to start.
she was a garden
not because she was as beautiful as every girl in the room
and not because she had flowery smelling perfume
she was a garden
because she thought she was a weed when in fact
she was just a seed
a seed in need of nurturing and a seed in need of sun.
she was a garden
because she learned people don't cut down ugly flowers
only the prettiest ones.
YOU ARE READING
crayola sunsets
Poesíaall i know is that i love poetry and i need to express it somewhere besides a notebook. [ r.s. 2017]
