A wall flower is not an egret,
but a simple girl of shadow.
She does not really blend into walls,
invisible as the bad artwork
in the large lumber stores,
but the bullies like to think
she is a wall, a door closing
and she on the other side.
This was her beginnings.
She did not grow into a swan,
but the shade in shadow instead,
the only strength she ever needed.
Deborah L. Wymbs has been creating music and medicinal potions on and off. Her poetry can be found in a couple of Kind of a Hurricane Press' journals.
Great stuff! The tone of this poem is very relatable. Genuinely, hits home.ReplyDelete