A sunflower stood, golden and bright,

Bathed in the sun, kissed by the light.

Yet all they saw the flaws in her,

Not the kindness,
Nor the soft and pure nurture she gave

She bent with the wind,
she danced in the rain,

Hiding her struggles,
hiding her pain.

She gave warmth and care,

Yet they acted like she wasn’t there.

She held on tight, she tried her best,

But love unreturned, left an empty chest.
Born in the wild, she'll die the same,

A whisper, a shadow, forgotten name.

Not broken, just emptied, her soul set free

A wildflower’s heart lost to the breeze.