Uncertainty clings to my mind like morning due to brand-new greenery. I know not what weeds lurk unseen nor of the beauty that has yet to be
should I remain a lone flower sheltered in the shield of a sepal in waiting for my hour of opening unprotected to the proud of people yet fully alive, honest and free.
OR am I that withering **** in need of severing with one Swift swing . harsh enduring and ruthless a hideous prickly mess growing at the price death
one day will I grow to bare a beautiful fruit or draw blood from those that pull on my root
A random seed , has the potential to grow into anything , some see the plants we label as a **** as undesirable, but a **** will grow and endure at all costs , while a frail flower might be suffocated by a **** , it's short and beautiful life will certainly be more celebrated