If this life was a flower,

You may scoff,

At the dandelion

In the dying grass.

But, I feed the bees,

And people blanket me in wishes,

“Get well.”

“Stay strong. “

“Have faith.”

“Keep trying.”

“Have respect for your elders. “

And after that I am blown aside,

Except for a few souls who see me flower,

Under the label, “weed”

And thus I grow.11


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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