Flower


I want to fly but I can't, 
Stuck in the ground while the birds taunt me in the sky.
How high up would I be able to go?
Who knows, It's just a dream I will never achive.
My pollen gets blown into the wind, 
I begin to wilt and grow sad,
Buried in snow, cold and wet.
I don't know where I am,
I can only see as far as my petals reach.

I grow again to see the sun,
But there they are,
In the sky,
I wish I was still buried under the ground where I wasn't mocked,
Or Teased.
It's just part of life,
My little wilted life.

As people pick me up and hold me in there hands,
I can finally see the ground from another view.
The birds they fly from me,
They fly from their mistakes of judgment and mockery,
What do they have that I don't?
I am no different from them,
They dont have more then I ever will.
They teas me because I can not fly but they can not see the world the way I do.
I can fly if I want to.
whether I am picked up, or I achive it on my own,
I will fly.

Jules M.

VT

17 years old

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