Daisy,
She’s a Yellow ball of happiness,
Covered with a
White innocence.
One amongst many,
In a Garden of Eden.
But with a closer glance:
Her petals bear bruises,
Her stem has blown bent,
Her stigma lingers a foul stench.
Beaten, almost destroyed,
She appears to have been trampled.
Once, twice,
Maybe more.
But there she stands,
Despite it all.