Heather on moors, waiting
For just the right moment
To burst into purple bloom
Unfazed by the whipping winds
That nearly knock me over
Waiting.
Patiently,
Waiting.
When I was born, I was put into two boxes
One was a real box, clear, with little holes so I could breathe,
Because apparently, I couldn’t wait to be born.
The other one is ‘girl’
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