Deep inside
The soil grew
The smallest bud
With heart as true

This time was not
For show and tell
This time there’d be
No magic spell

No fancy bloom
Distracting eyes
From her spirit
Hear its cries!

A connection was
Now what she sought
Dismissiveness
Was what she fought

There are no petals
Worth a voice
To be ignored
Left her no choice

A little sun
And she will sprout
Even in
The thinnest grout

Inspired by Patrick Jennings Petals on the Ground