Wildflower

Be a wildflower

when everyone tells you,

it isn’t polite to dress like that,

or stand that proudly,

or speak with so much poise.

Be a wildflower

even if no one else is,

because it’s better to stand tall,

and stand uniquely alone,

then remain a fake sheep.

Be a wildflower

in a world of perfect tulips,

that never have the chance,

to use their voice,

or express their truths.

Be a wildflower

even if you’re scared that,

they might cut you down,

for being true to yourself,

and altruistically you.

Be a wildflower

when you feel the weight,

of all the words left unsaid,

on your delicate shoulders,

begging you to be spoken.

Be a wildflower

even when roses are red,

and violets are blue,

because you are so much more,

than the entire rainbow.

Be a wildflower

no matter how many times,

they laugh or tease,

because good things come,

when you don’t look back.

Be a wildflower

in your most authentic form,

for when the sun comes down,

and the day is done,

it is just you.