Joyful Ruins

I feel like a beautiful flower

planted in the darkest corner

seeking the sunlight to grow

suffocated by the darkness

the needs of the plants around me

I feel beautiful and magnificent

yet hidden and overlooked

I feel like I have so much to give

but I’m overwhelmed by the thought of giving

How does a beautiful flower

know it’s a beautiful flower

when it’s surrounded by a forest of trees?

She looks like no one else

She needs more sun but the trees block it out

She needs more water but the trees take it all

It feels like she’s so close to a spot

with a stream and sunshine

but she can’t move

because she was planted elsewhere

So she longs for that place

to shine and thrive

but she is powerless to go there

fighting to make

where she is

the best she can

and that is what makes her tired

every day

She knows she is a beautiful flower

but fighting to be that

in a place that does not support that

is too much