WildflowerA Poem by Miss Habit
A windblown seed,
resilient weed, wildflower freed, no conceding to the heat of the sun, or the crushing weight of anyone, fueled by morning dew, sprinkles of pain and tears like rain, encourage the unheeded growth, a blossom rarely seen, a scent seldom sniffed, the beauty never picked, a resilient weed, wildflower, me. © 2020 Miss Habit |
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Added on November 18, 2020 Last Updated on November 18, 2020 Tags: Resilience, Wildflower, Poetry, Perspective AuthorMiss HabitRepression Exhaled, AZAboutI am a mother. I am an artist, in every sense of the word. I have been writing since I could hold a crayon. I LOVE words. I also paint, draw, write, design, take pictures, crochet, sew, cook, b.. more..Writing
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