Wildflower
Uncertain, I sit and reflect on my past
Trying to keep up, I moved to fast
The years have boggled me to an extent I can't explain
I often felt rejected- without an umbrella in the rain
My life seemed meaningless as I strived with all my might
For the sake of my children I held on tight
Tears flowed steadily, but never washed away the pain
That's all I've ever known and now my heart is stained
With it comes joy, that is sometimes
Things started to look better and I began to rise
I cautioned myself like a baby's first step
And for me that seemed to work best
I didn't move too fast or leap to high
I balanced myself until I learned to fly
No longer afraid of something I might miss
I am grateful for all I have and I thank God for this
The ups and downs of living your life
Can bring much happiness and cut like a knife
Through it all, I am still me
And that is who I was meant to be
We all have a purpose and mine is to grow
To share all I've learned and I will always know
No one is perfect, all things shall come to pass
I am a withered Wildflower beginning to grow at last
Trying to keep up, I moved to fast
The years have boggled me to an extent I can't explain
I often felt rejected- without an umbrella in the rain
My life seemed meaningless as I strived with all my might
For the sake of my children I held on tight
Tears flowed steadily, but never washed away the pain
That's all I've ever known and now my heart is stained
With it comes joy, that is sometimes
Things started to look better and I began to rise
I cautioned myself like a baby's first step
And for me that seemed to work best
I didn't move too fast or leap to high
I balanced myself until I learned to fly
No longer afraid of something I might miss
I am grateful for all I have and I thank God for this
The ups and downs of living your life
Can bring much happiness and cut like a knife
Through it all, I am still me
And that is who I was meant to be
We all have a purpose and mine is to grow
To share all I've learned and I will always know
No one is perfect, all things shall come to pass
I am a withered Wildflower beginning to grow at last
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