She was wild like the flowers
Poking out from the sidewalk,
Brave enough to stand apart
And grow where she felt rooted
However-
She was wild like the flowers
Poking out from the sidewalk,
Disregarded because she didn't belong
Stepped on, broken, and vulnerable.
But-
She was wild like the flowers
Poking out from the sidewalk,
Growing through the pain,
Growing through the trials
And blooming where she was rooted.
Against all odds
Against everything she was told,
She stood strong
She stood loud
And she stood proud.
She was wild like the flowers
Poking out from the sidewalk.
About the Creator
Emma Lynn
Hello there. My name is Emma and I am an aspiring writer. I see the beauty in things not everyone can and write poems about them. My goal is to one day take my writings and publish a poetry book.
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