Among the Weeds
Poem by Hailey Mills
Love is the dandelion
Growing alone on a dry mountaintop of weeds.
Tiny and tender, it droops toward the earth
Like the neck of an elegant giraffe.
Love is the dandelion
Plucked from the earth and blown to bits
Amidst the joyful stumbling of a child
With a wishful heart.
Only the wish is yours
And you are the child.
Love is the dandelion
Whose pieces flutter away in the musty wind,
Carrying with them the tiny seeds that are
The hope you feel,
With his hand in yours,
And his scent on your clothes.
And you run with them,
Not knowing where they will take you,
Only knowing that
You are free
Flying
Leaving the world
Behind.
And when the last seedling has vanished,
Carried over the clouds and out of reach,
When sunny afternoon has become bleak night,
And there’s no hand holding yours
from the driver’s seat.
Without a hoodie to steal,
Or a good morning text,
Not even a phone call
Late into the night—
Memory clings to life.
Sitting on a rocky mountaintop
with sun-warmed skin.
Brilliant purples and splashes of reds,
As the sun sets over the desert
And a new night begins.
Innocent florets chased
With clumsy childlike glee.
Only the wish is gone
And you’re not a child.
Just a dried-up soul among the weeds.
About the Creator
Hailey Mills
Hi I'm 18. I've never let anyone read my writing before but here we go. :)
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