Underneath
April 3, 2019
Underneath everyone’s skin
There’s a little flower.
Waiting to be free –
To see the sun.
No matter what color
The skin is,
There’s a delicate flower
Beneath it.
Waiting to be found,
And loved.
Waiting to be led,
To brighter days.
But deep down,
The flower believes that
However hard he wishes,
However long he waits,
He will not be freed from
his dark dingy prison
The flower will always be stuck –
Covered up by layers of rubbery skin.
Never to see the sun –
Ever.
Yet the flower still chooses to hope,
And remain patient,
For what the flower doesn’t know is that one day,
The walls of its jail
Will shrivel away,
Allowing the sun’s rays –
To finally –
shine down –
on the flower’s –
Pale petals.
The flower doesn’t know that he too will be
As free as the rushing wind that surrounds the World.
Free to do whatever the little flower wants.
The little flower doesn’t know all this,
Yet he continues to
Hope,
Wish,
And wait.
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