Flower in the Field

Let me paint a picture.
The one that shows this place.
Gaze into my picture.
Pass through time and space.
I'm in this field and all alone.
There's no one here;
I'm all on my own.
The only flower
In this lonely field.
The only one
Still refusing to yield.
To yield to the forces
Of oncoming threats.
No time for remorse.
No time for regret.
I dig in my roots
And hold my petals high.
All I can do
Is gaze at that sky.
That blue, blue sky
Untainted by my surroundings.
That deep, blue sky
Still untainted by the lies.
The lies that haunt the field
Every single day.
Those nasty, little lies
I wish would go away.
Yet here I am
Planted firmly in place.
I'm wishing for someone.
Just a new face.
I wait for a rose
To be planted beside me.
I wait for a rose
That might lead and guide me.
The yin to my yang
The yang to my yin
Whatever the case,
I know we will win.
But I'll wait in this field
For as long as it takes.
My field of old
I long to create.