Wildflowers (A Poem)

Wildflowers

You smile quietly

And sadly

But still move with elegance.

You stand so tall in moments when others would crumble.

You delicately weep

And still smile.

And when your ankles might even give

You’d still reach out to pull someone else up.

Like a flower,

Looking so pristine,

Some petals soft and dainty, while others have lost texture and color.

Dimmed by a lack of nutrition they’d need.

With a stem covered in thorns to keep others at a safe distance.

Close enough to see you but far enough away to deter any curiosity.