Wild Wonder
Feb 27, 2024
They said the world would break me,
turn me into nothing.
But look — I am a dandelion seed
blown on the wind,
rooting in the cracks of pavement.
I am not steel, not unbreakable.
But in my softness lies a fierce resilience.
Bend, they said. Instead, I bloom,
unfurling petals the color of stubborn hope.
The child inside me still sings,
pockets full of pebbles, wild dreams.
I long to cup a ladybug in my hands,
to feel the world as open, a simple magic.
