' Waiting...' Poem by Shamaria Henry

I am a flower on it's way to death. Every leaf that falls, it's like it's taking it's last breath. As the roots cry for water and the peddles darken, the stem starts to dry out and the flower wimps over. Waiting for someone to still see the beauty in me. Waiting for someone to see what I can see. Waiting for someone to put my ' damaged' goods to use. Not look at the neglect and abuse. When I find that someone, my peddles will began to lighten, my stem will become moist, my roots will become watered and strong, I will stand tall.