rounded petals

joined on a single stem;

bright, flashy colors

at the hem

of her dress;

yawning toward the light,

afraid of the night

that surrounds her

when she’s alone,

yet altogether

more comfortable

in solitude.

stands away from the crowd,

keeps distant from the loud

groups of floral buds;

tries to dull her vibrancy,

burying herself in the mud

of the Mother Earth

she grew from.

crooked leaves

barely holding on;

anxious trees,

with all their leaves gone,

wonder how long she will last…

awkwardly she grows

in the gaps between stones,

not like a weed,

though she may feel like one,

she resists a full-bleed

display from margin to center.

instead, she quietly clings

to that wall, to the thing

that keeps her hidden;

until someday,

out of a blue, Spring sky,

the Sun’s rays

illuminate her

and she is seen

within the light,

from head to toe—

no Room left to hide

her brilliance.

~

Wallflowers are everywhere;

though they may feel unseen,

look close enough within the dirt,

untangle the roots beneath them,

and you’ll discover a flora

more extraordinary than

the red rose,

the laughing lilies,

and the pompous sunflowers

of an extravagant June Summer.

Dwell in the oddest of places,

the nooks and crannies of

day-to-day niches,

and you’ll find them:

rounded petals

joined on a single stem. 

Brinn W.

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