She is a Blade of Grass
Rooted in Reverie
She is a blade of grass—
soft enough to sway,
sharp enough to survive.
Not the lush kind grown in manicured rows,
but the kind that splits concrete
and keeps reaching.
She’s been stepped on
more times than she can count—
but each footprint pressed a story into her.
Not broken—
just bent by weather and weight
and always… returning upright.
In spring, she is bright with beginnings—
hope sprouting from the hollow places,
a quiet resurrection in green.
In summer, she burns beneath the sun,
learning the ache of growth
and the thirst that comes with exposure.
Still, she stands—
drenched in gold and grit.
By fall, she fades,
not because she’s dying
but because change comes
in whispered shades of rust and resilience.
Color is not loss—
it’s transformation.
And winter?
She lays low…
invisible, underestimated.
But underneath frostbitten stillness
she is dreaming in root and memory,
plotting her next rise
with the patience only the buried know.
The world tells her
the grass is greener elsewhere—
but she knows better.
The grass isn’t more green on the other side;
it is merely another shade.
She doesn’t envy—
she embodies.
Every hue, every season, every storm
etched into her fibers
like a secret vow
to keep growing
no matter what the sky decides.
She is not waiting to be admired.
She is.
A blade of grass—
small, overlooked—
yet part of something
wilder than control
and stronger than belief.
Unshakable,
unruly,
alive.
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Comments (24)
Fantastic! "whispered shades of rust and resilience" what a great line!
"She is a blade of grass"- where did that come from? It's wildly original and I love it.
I just discovered you and your writing, and I will be coming back for more! Beautiful truth spoken...very deserving Top Story!
Congrats on top story!
Best! Congratulations on TS!
Beautiful. Congrats on top story!! 🥳
Beautifully written, I felt as if I was that blade of grass. Thankyou for sharing and congratulations on top story xx
Congrats on the Top Story! This is such amazing writing. I love how well you capture quiet resilience in this. I also love that winter doesn't mean death here but instead focuses on "dreaming in root and memory". Spectacular!
I love this piece so much...wow. Remarkably, the small blade of grass doesn't want to be admired, nor envied. She simply wants to survive and exist. No one notices or thinks about her...but she is strong and deserves to be an inspiration to not only my eyes! I love this, and so keep it up! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
Great amazing
Wow ...a breathtaking piece. Loved it.
Beautiful poetry, congratulations, Thankyou for sharing xx
Wow, yes even a blade of grass. This is a really beautiful look at how we can identify with all of creation, and see ourselves in it, and it in us. Great poem! ❤️😊
nice story!
Lovely storytelling!
Truly inspiring! She is stronger than you think! You are stronger than you think!
Lovely done. How funny, I’ve been thinking about writing about a blade of grass, too, because I remember a writing exercise from years ago part of a writing class. ☺️
This is wonderful stuff. I don't think I have ever read of someone using the blades of grass as analogy and descriptive imagery of strength before.
This is so lovely!! I felt inspired by her just by reading this.
Incredible! A fabulous metaphor.
You kept this one growing throughout! Great job and congratulations on TS!
This description of the blade of grass is really vivid. It makes me think about how resilient nature is. I've seen grass growing through cracks in the sidewalk, just like you described. It's amazing how it can keep going despite all the challenges. Do you think we could learn something from this kind of unwavering determination in our own lives? It also makes me wonder about the different seasons and how they affect the grass. How do you think each season contributes to its overall strength and growth? Is there a particular season that you think is most crucial for the grass's survival?
I'm going to think twice about the grass growing between my slabs now before wrenching it out. It might be an analogy but it's a strong one.
My favorite part of this is "The grass isn’t more green on the other side; it is merely another shade." Great job on the use of personification here!