Dating back
to roman times
flowers pedals
were a sign
life was more
than just sublime
a space to hold
when you needed time
She meant to dance
when she would speak
She meant to walk
when she would sleep
She meant to scream
when she would tip-toe
She meant to type
when she would just know
She meant to grow
though her roots digged
Into a ground
Made of bricks
world was too large
Above shaded ensembles
her thorns were fragile
they saw her strong
Her steam swayed;Wishing,
Seeping lavender scent
That her day would come
Each color in the sun glistening
At this ticking hour
Were they really listening?
That she was but a flower
And bravery she was whispering
@ Camile McGregor
Absolutely beautiful. 🙂
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Thank you! I wanted to use the metaphor for a flower to show a larger message about how many women don’t speak up, but are still brave in their own way.
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Thank your u for this tender and beautifully written poem.
She will get her wish, her bravery will pay off.
miriam
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Thank you i hope so!!
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