Weed in the Garden

Gardener, why was I planted here?

What did you see?

The gardener replied, a little weed from the earth standing with nobody

But the sun burns, said the weed

When the rain pours, it hurts

At times I am buried and feel unwanted by the dirt

Don’t you see I’m weak?

Many thoughts but can barely speak

Oh, gardener, I beg you, please release me

I’m not clothed in beauty or appealing to see

Wait! Don’t walk on by

Don’t you see my pain?

No strength, no roots, much loss, much shame

All I ask is that you release thee

So I can stand with the weeds

Who once stood by me

The gardener replied, 

Oh, little weed

So well-spoken yet quite demanding

I will not release thee because

You are withered and burned

But yet still standing

                         -LaToya Martin

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

A strong worded poem with aesthetic beauty. really loved it. good work.

[LaToya Martin]

I am grateful for your kind words.

[John the Baptist]

This is a spiritual piece clothed in secular garb. The gardener is a God symbol, the weed represents one whose life is not going well and who pleads for the peace of death. The gardener sees the weed's essential goodness and notes its persistence in the face of disappointment. Despite the earnest pleading, the gardener knows the weed, by its innate strong nature, will eventually prevail.

[LaToya Martin]

Thank you so much for taking the time to review my poem.

[Relic]

Great poem. I like the rhyming and the overall story. Good work.

[LaToya Martin]

Thanks, I appreciate your kind words.