Weeds to FlowersA Poem by Jane Doewhat i use to beI was a weed, That no one could pull but myself, I wouldn't dare though heed, Heeding is not something i'm good at.
I was a shrivling weed, I was dying rapidly, Life was something I did need, But something I did not have.
I was bud, The between of a weed and flower, A bud only thing bad about me I was growing in the mud, To become a flower I excirted all my strangth and power.
I am a flower, A powerful flower not even a hurricane can uproot me, I have recived a gracious amount of strangth and power, Back again From a weed I have grown into a flower. © 2010 Jane Doe |
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3 Reviews Added on October 23, 2010 Last Updated on October 23, 2010 AuthorJane DoeFLAboutI miss the way words would flow out on to a page and express my deepest concerns so I have returned. more..Writing
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