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November 3, 1999

A weed

Ugly and harmful it perceives itself

A plant

Pretty at times but

Never a flower

Stepped on

Brushed aside

A nuisance

But you can't get rid of me

I keep growing

Only to be trampled over again

Pieces of me catch in shoelaces

In between toes

Are scorched by withering heat

Leaving only skeletons behind

Weak remnants of the weed that was

But it was only a weed

Not that pretty

And weeds always grow back

They really don't need anyone

Flowers have to be cared for

This weed wanted care

And someone saw it there

A forlorn scrap of a plant

They took me home in a pretty little pot

Watered me

Tended me

Made it possible

For me to bloom

And become the flower

See the flower

That was there

That I was all along

I am strong

I just needed someone to show me

That I was worth caring for

I am an exotic plant

Able to persevere

Survive under the worst of conditions

During the harshest weather

Through the most violent storms

And given the right surroundings

I will open up

And bring forth my glorious inner beauty

To reveal the flower that was hidden

The bloom that struggled to be freed

The person that was found

Discovered

That was coaxed into the open

Into a world of uncertainty

Into arms of tenderness

Sprouting blossoms of hope