Wildflower
Who do you surround yourself with?
I'm a wildflower growing among the weeds.
They choke me with their snares, I'm left heaving for air.
I see the field in the distance. The valley of extravagant colors, swaying in the wind. I hear their songs, the melody is light with laughter and freedom. The field of wildflowers, where I belong.
The weeds have been my companions for so long, they always drag me back. Loneliness would be my only company as I find my way to the open air.
So, I must decide, do I stay among the weeds? Or do I dance with the wildflowers?
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