Flower Girls

[Piper]

This is Amatrureish and something I wrote one day when I was working retail @ a salon. I've posted it elsewhere but never here. So here you go.

As I sit and ponder, all there is to be;
I can't but think and wonder, what you think of me.
Some people stare and ponder, asking what's wrong with me;
As I sit and tell them, whom I need to be.
The world is full of mysteries, as sure as sure can be;
Because you can make a girl from flowers, just not out of me.


The world so sad and somber, everywhere I see;
A land so prim and proper, but with neer the room for me.
Though I strive forever, to be whom I need to be;
I just want to tell the world, "that's not the me you see".
There is no cure or potion, nor solution that I see;
Because you can make a girl from flowers, just not out of me.


The world doth seem so somber, when you feel a bit like me;
It makes me even wonder, why I need to be.
The person that is hiding, whom shall never really be;
The person that is there, for only me to see.
For I can't forever be hiding, whom it is I need to be;
Because you can make a girl from flowers, just not out of me.


Sometimes I sit and languish, in a world so full of screams;
About a thing so childish, as whom I am to be.
A thought so rich and lavish, and selfish as can be;
A feeling of want and loathing, how come it's only me?
I feel so scared and lonely, with no end in sight I see;
Because you can make a girl from flowers, just not out of me.


As I lay this out on paper, for all the world to see;
I bare my soul for reaping, to thou that doth judge me.
I lay in contemplation, of all it is I see;
And notice with apprehension, all there is is me.
For life in isolation, did surely make me see;
That I am a girl of flowers, for all the world to see!

~*~

© 2008 Kirstyn Amanda Fox (Piper)

[Jennifer T]

Kirsten, I love this.

[gennee]

Wonderful poem, Piper. Heart felt.

[MaryEllen]

Awesome!

[Bunneh]

I love it

[BlindWillow]

This is so lovely and expresses eloquently how so many of us feel. May the beauty inside you and all of us be allowed to bloom for all to see, as in this "flowery" poem.