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I am a dandelion

so fragile and weak

easy to break and fall apart

when I get hurt

a soft petal breaks off

drops to the cold harsh ground

this continues over time

'til all my petals have fallen

and my truth self is revealed

my mask gone forever

bearing my inner truth for all the world to see

when one careless being's footstep crushes me

again and again it goes

I am cracked

my stem split, my weak center wrinkled

I sag closer to the grass

I am not like a rose

jabbing all who tries to hurt me with sharp pointy thorns

I am defenseless

I take all in

without any say

I can be shattered, crumbled

with the clap of thunder

warning for a storm

because there is nothing to protect me 

from the world's menacing realities

except for my soft, small petals

soon they will be gone

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

I love dandelions because they turn to little balls of fluff the blow away in the breeze carrying memories of where they came from. : )

Loved this:

my mask gone forever
bearing my inner truth for all the world to see

I'm looking at you, and I like what I see. : )

[Ma'at]

thank you so much :)

[Matching Socks]

Anytime... you've earned the praise which comes your way. : )

[Lydia Shutter]

What a great metaphor this is! Some very good introspection and excellent imagery throughout. I enjoyed this poem. Lydi**

[Ma'at]

thank you for your kind review :)

[Michael (Letters and Li..]

Wow! You are an amazing writer. This poem was perfect. I really love your style. It's very open, honest, and unique. The way true writing should be :)

[Ma'at]

again, thank you for your thoughts on my writing. you are so lovely. thank you :)

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. A well written poem with menacing realities of the human condition. Excellent...:)................

[Ma'at]

thank you so much, that was what i intended :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).................

[Troy Henson]

A wonderful heart felt write.
Great imagery and tone within.

Well done.

regards
troy

[Ma'at]

thank you Troy :)

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Oh but Dandelions are strong..and can grow in the harshest and most desolate of places...seen in the cracks of pavement, and in vacant lots...they spread their beauty all over grassy fields and turn into these fantastic orbs of fancy that children cast their dreams upon to be carried into the wind. They may seem like weak fragile flowers, but stem from strength and radiate the image of the sun... Stay strong, love and light are within you. Such a beautiful and emotional write... I loved each line!

[David Scott]

We are all fragile inside. We are also indestructible at the same time. You can hardly get rid of dandelions. Yet these little flowers are full of delicate beauty.
I like the consistency of thought in this poem. I felt the sense of vulnerability intensely.

[Ma'at]

Thank you so much, I did spend a lot of thought on this and I'm glad it shows. You are highly correct about these flowers are eternal yet delicate. Thank you for this review.