Wildflower

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  • Confusion

    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

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    caspiancri commented on Wildflower

    03-16-2009

    nice poem

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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