Weed

I was a seed,

so full of promise as I grew

But you saw me a weed

and tore the sun from the sky, replacing it with you.

Instead of rays of light and confidence

Rays of hatred and chastisement shot down

weakening and shriveling my roots, deminishing my radiance

But I won't die or let my petals frown

Because I am a weed but no lesser than you

I will fight and survive.  I won't lie

down on the ground, I shall stand tall and a-new

My sun will come and, I the weed, will never let you cause me to die.

Reviews

[ruth]

i read your poem and i love it. the emotion is strong and i like this line
"Because I am a weed but no lesser than you". you are standing up to someone who brought you down.
great poem
-ruth