the only difference between a

weed and a flower is

intention.  flowers that pop up

where you did not plan for them

are either weeds or volunteers

depending on your perception and

you never planned on me

being here.

 

you tore me down but I came back

stronger, grew my roots

deeper, said I’d bloom bigger

next time so you would have

no doubt that I belonged here.  

I lived on the runoff of your wisdom

until you encouraged my growth, but no

matter how well-groomed I was, you

could not unsee the wildflower

in me.  

 

lately, I’ve been focusing on

personal growth.  going to the

gym by myself, eating more

vegetables.  I am not here to prune

my overgrowth, this is not about

what you can see on the surface.  I am here

to become so strong that no one

can ever uproot me

again.