Gabriella Grace Poems
- Identity Let them be as flowers always watered, fed, ...
- Eyes The window to the soul. They say everthing without ...
- Hanging Fire I am fourteen and my skin has betrayed me the ...
- Scars They are the short stories of the flesh, can envoke ...
- No One But Me I seem to be a child stuck in old ways But ...
- The Rose Love is like a rose blossoming over time If it is...
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Let them be as flowers
always watered, fed, guarded, admired,
but harnessed to a pot of dirt.
I'd rather be a tall, ugly weed,
clinging on clffs, like an eagle
wind-wavering above high, jagged rocks.
To have broken through surface of stone,
to live, to feel exposed to the madness
of the vast, eternal sky.
To be swayed by the breezes of an ancient sea,
carrying my soul, my seed,
I'd rather be unseen, and if
then shunned by everyone,
than to be a pleasant-smelling flower,
growing in clusters in the fertile valley,
where they are ...