The Wallflower
Always quiet
Nervous
Eyes that darted
From a mind departed
In her own world
Of another world
Where fairies lived
And kindness reigned
An outsider
Different
It would never be easy
It never was
Kids can be cruel
Some laughed
Poked fun
Others ignored
Alone at school
But loved at home
Music
And the radio
Always played
Home was heaven
Home was safe
Home was laughter
Home was love
She dreamed of saxophones
Teen girl shot up
And so so tall
In the corner at parties
Or out looking at the stars
The Wallflower
Thatβs what they called her
New home
New life
A wife
A place of her own
To love
Kids came
Plans to make
Wallflower planted
And became a things of great beauty
Here for life
She thought
A mother
A daughter
A friend
A walker
A listener
A gardener
A candle maker
A baker of cakes
The first to help
But each year the frost got worse
Harder and colder
No Spring
Home became school and cruel
And then it was gone
Over
She started to wilt
No sun
Darkness
Youβre strong they said
Youβre strong they said
And finally she listened
And smiled
Yes time to go and grow
She found a garden
A cottage
In a magical place
Home where itβs safe
Home to grow
Home to garden
Home to create
Home to love
Herself
And maybe others
Home to be
The most beautiful Wallflower ever


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Your poem moved me deeply β the bittersweet duality of life comes through so clearly in the simplicity of your words. I truly enjoyed reading it.