On Their Own

A poem about heartbreak and coming out of it.

A weed I am 

Considering you don't want me in your garden

Ironic because you watered me every day

Even tended to my leaves 

Changed my soil weekly 

Somehow managed to keep me in the sun

And now you've plucked me from the ground

From the roots so I'd not come back

I wonder what it is I lack

Is my stim too dim?

Are my petals not up to par?

I have to remind myself that I planted this seed

that my saplings can migrate else where

And bloom so brightly on their own.

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

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I like it, well done....:)