Herbicidal Wall Flower
She is not special or different.
Her delicacy goes unnoticed.
Cowering behind a mass of earth,
aching down to her roots.
She wants to be loved
To be watered with the most basic of liquids
but she is not special
No, she is not different.
She has only enough energy to crack the seed.
To let those shoots of intention reach into the dirt
Lifting her green fingers into the inquisitive sun
Flower in the garden,
cloud in the sky
they are not special
they are not different.
Linked together by nothing
besides their one sided arrangement
Roots so desperately clung to bits of indifferent soil
Interwoven and indistinguishable
None of the color coded, well-shaded maps to reality
found in a primary school textbook
Taken and taking, she is both the solution and the problem
Overgrown to the point of fearless abandon
The girl, the flower
wilts as delicately as she lived
Dropping pedals like breadcrumbs
In the forest of the forgotten