Call It What You Want [A Poetry Collection]

wildflower

She's a southern wildflower. Raised on the outskirts of a small, rundown town. She ran barefoot through the warm clay back roads, through the spring time golden flowered fields. Never had much of any green other than the soft grass and stubborn weeds growing beneath her feet. She grew up in the confinement of low class living. The worry about money, working hard for everything her family had. She never had everything handed to her.

She learned to find freedom in the little things. Running fully clothed, hair down, no shoes in the rain like there's no tomorrow. Painting over and over again images and words in her mind onto her bedroom wall, listening to music as loud as the rest of the house would let her. Covering the side walks in colorful visions with broken shards of old chalk. Spending time in the local Goodwill, using what little money she had to buy used books. Finding a paper and pen, writing down anything that comes to mind. She found the little things that set her mind free of itself.