She is a wildflower
Carried by the winds of time to a place that is not her own
She does not call home
The place where her roots have taken hold
Resilience, not beauty, is her purpose
She patiently awaits the day she blooms full flower
Upturned to the sun to absorb the simplicities of life
Bracing against the elements, taking all that comes her way.
Settled down, taking hold, she settles in for the long haul
Certain but unsure, she knows her heart is still wild, still free
The wildflower waits for a day she cannot see
Yet.
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