The Wallflower
I have always been the wallflower
When I tried to bloom away with the wind,
I came back with no power.
Week by week, day by day, hour by hour,
The dirt that once kept me firmly
On the ground slowly drains my power.
Always, always the wallflower
Pushed into the corner but what choice did
I have other than to cower?
I've tried and tried, wasting all of my power
And for what? To have weeds control my every
Movement like the knobs of a shower?
Slowly, slowly, I regain my power
Slowly, I grew away from the all
That I once lived my life as a wallflower.
At last! I'm no longer the wallflower!
I've been cut from the vines that once
Entangled me and crushed my petals.
Vines that once called me "ours".