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
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 View more posts
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