Some People Feel Like Wildflowers
by @rv_alive
Some people feel like wildflowers.
Not because they're alone—
but because they always have to grow
where no one thought to plant them.
They’re the ones who hold it together
when no one’s checking if they’re okay.
The ones who carry their own weight,
and everyone else’s too—
because it’s easier than asking for help
and being met with silence.
They’re the “strong ones,”
so no one sees their softness.
No one asks about the tears
they wipe in bathroom stalls
between being “fine” and being “functional.”
They show up.
Even when it hurts.
Even when their chest is tight
and the noise of the world
feels like sandpaper on their soul.
They don’t want pity. They just want someone
to notice how tired they are of blooming in the dark.
Of being beautiful in ways no one stops to admire.
Of offering warmth when they haven’t felt it in weeks.
They want
—not the spotlight— but a soft place to land.
A voice that says:
“It’s OK. You don’t have to be strong today.”
And maybe you’re one of them.
Maybe you're tired, too.
So let this be a hand on your shoulder,
a whisper in your storm:
You matter.
You are not invisible.
And you don’t have to bloom alone.