I’m a wildflower;
the rarest one among
pretty, perfect ones.
I spend years in this field,
watching as others are picked,
and I remain rooted here.
I want to cry out,
“Pick me! Don’t you see me here?”
but then I remember what I’ve seen.
I don’t want to be
torn apart for another who
only wants to make wishes.
So, I stay rooted in loving soil
and wait for gentle hands
to choose the wildflower.
Fire & Female 