I am like a flower.
Each petal peeling away
the blue stained layers
I’ve become inside.
The green stem connecting
me to the roots I was
born too.
The fear stains my soul
that someone might
crush my petals ruining
the beauty that is inside
of me.
I’d rather belong to the
earthly ground where
I can blossom every
new season.
It’s a safer course of
action then belonging
to another’s pocket
who might squash
my petals under the
Weight of his hands.
I might be admired
for my beauty from
up close inspection
but it’s safer for his
admiring eyes from
a distance while I
bloom under mother
nature’s loving embrace.