A dead, broken, abused weed, suddenly turns into a blossoming rose,
Fights underneath the pressure of the cruel white snow
Crushing it with its power, but not so much anymore.
For the beautiful flower will have its spotlight!
Its funny how when this precious thing was a weakling no one cared for it at all,
but when it becomes beautiful, the world seems to love it even more.
Our own actions change us too.
We can be this powerless weed, struggling to survive the cruel winter,
or people.
We can be the snow, putting people down, crushing them with everything we want to be.
Or we can be this rose, gentle, and wanted by so many.
Love the idea behind this poem but don't tell us the meaning...show us the images of the resilient flower that is only noticed once it has overcome a major obstacle. Be confident that the reader will interpret your meaning without the telling lines that you included. Overall, great piece.
ReplyDeleteimpressed, written with such heart.
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