In place I stand ready to grow;
Some sprinkles of water on me so I can stand strong;
My father shines his light down on me so I would one day show;
Soon my beautiful pedals and here I belong
Stems and leaves to the world above;
And I’ll be ready for the bees and breathe new life
And wave to the doves;
And create an image of peace; No strife
But Nature somehow took another course
My father stopped shining his light
and he had no remorse;
My dim light gone as a deferred dream, not bright;
Like a bullet shooting a child I was paralyzed
Here I stood ready to grow but all the garbage took away my drive.
inspired by the Sonnet Form
by Jessica Newman P.1
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