For those who dwell where they are not appreciated. May you find your place to bloom.
Bolted, like a plant too eager to bloom
Now stretched out, gone to seed and
Full of the bitterness of pressure
And changeable weather.
Hack me back to my roots
Take the seeds of potential
Which I have quietly nurtured
And spread them far from here.
Where the water is plentiful
And the seasons mild
Where I can turn my face to the sun
And dance in the rain.
In your eyes I have been but a troublesome weed
Yet when you watch me bloom and unfurl
I guarantee that you will see what I have
in my roots,
in my quiet wisdom
I am a radiant, strong and passionate flower.