Simple plant
#1 of Poems
A poem I thought of when I was looking at a single flower that bloomed around a pile of dead leaves and grass. Lol, isn't my life just amazing (absolutely not). :P
Simple plant
Why can't my life be simple? Like a plant.
Like a little bud slowly emerging from the ground, finally seeing the light.
I would not worry myself with the intangible dramas of everyday life.
I would not feel the pain of insults and stress that stab directly into the softest parts of me.
No, I would gather my air, my water, my earth, my sun, and slowly grow from what the world has to offer me.
I would not worry myself with other peoples views. My beauty is destined to be great.
It will be shown with or without the company of others as I bloom my colors into life.
So simple...and yet, so sad.
Being rooted to the ground unable to move.
Being thrashed and hit by storms passing by.
Being infested and infected with insects galore.
Having people call me a weed to hinder my beauty.
And all I can do...is hope the world will be merciful to something so vulnerable.
Why can't my life be simple? Like a plant.
Because a simple life takes away your humanity.
Be proud of who you are, stand up for who you are, and let your colors bloom in front of everyone that tries to stop you because they are your colors and yours alone.
Each shade displaying your love, care, talent, determination, strength, courage.
Bloom your colors. Because your beauty...is destined.