To my dear Wallflower,
I know you are encrusted with the curse of what your name means
You may smile, and
you may sing
You may be apart of an orchestra
of harmonies and wishful thinking....
you may be decorated with lavendar
and periwinkle and a rosy pink
and have waterlillies surrounding
your beautiful being
and people may look and be completely in awe
that you are so lovely.....but you're stuck to a wall
and you may know that you were made to be beautiful, no matter
the change in season
but like your name, people stop, then turn before
they see the last part.....you are stuck to a white and tall wall
and your beauty is looked at, but you arent given a chance
to bloom completely off the wall, and you are afraid
of what will happen, if you forget to step off, and then fall
best regards, Wallflower, I see and hear you, too
Her Name Is Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-empathy-letter-to-the-wallflower/
