Selves Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Selves



Taken together we are vulnerable and
tend to creep into our self-made boxes.
At times we grow and blossom like flowers
in a flowerbed, other times we sit
dormantly in a brown, dry sphere of time.

Saturday, November 23, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers,together
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