i can only long for the heart of a wildflower;
to have the strength to sprout between
the cracks of the damaged concrete,
to withstand the worst of mothers wrath,
to grow again after being crushed by
the sole of earth's heavy footprint.
to be courageously free without apology.
to be a flower that doesn't grow against a wall.
to be wild.
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Among The Wildflowers
Poetrythe weeds of thoughts that have taken over my mind and put into words to the best of my ability. this is a call to nature and all that is. beauty in art, art in beauty. check out 'The Rose and Her Thorns.' ••• poetry collection explicit language a...
