Weeds to Flowers

Weeds to Flowers

A Poem by Jane Doe
"

what i use to be

"

I 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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Agreed.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I dont know in the end if humanity will ever become a flower or always be a weed

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a delightful poem, Abbigale.
Indeed you are.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Jane Doe
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