I had spent years in circles,
chasing things that do not exist.
I had dug through the dirt, finding nothing,
and had spent long hours in the rain.
I had dug several pin holes for growing,
but my seeds never did sprout.
I would cross all my fingers, then hold my breath,
but still I spotted no stems.
I had wept when the waiting grew longer.
Alone in the dark, was my least favorite place
and my flowers did not keep me company.
I had spent years holding onto nothing.
False fed hope was the source of my life.
The hope that I might see my flowers,
not the dirt, nor the weeds, nor the strife.
One day the rain had stopped falling,
so I tore all the thorns from my knees.
I hoped that maybe the silence,
might bring some life to my seeds.
By the time I had realized that
years had gone by,
I was lost in my garden and thoughts.
For years I had given all of myself
to those who did not give back.
They took all I had to give and
still did not love me back.
Plagued with the thought
I was taken for granted,
I lifted myself to my feet.
I could not stand the sight of something so lovely,
who did not see the same in me.
Just as I had decided,
I was leaving it all behind.
Something so soft and tender,
caught the corner of my eye.
In the back of my garden stood brightly,
a beautiful Daisy so tall.
A beautiful little flower,
who had seemed the loveliest of all.