Sunflowers
They don’t ask questions
don’t beg for the rain
they turn their bold faces
to light once again
No mirrors or make-up
no whisper of shame
just golden defiance
in sun-sparked flame
They rise from dry soil
with roots holding fast
unfurling their petals
like flags from the past
No need for permission
no worry or pride
they stand in their glory
and never once hide
I walk past them smiling
they nod in reply
not reaching for heaven
just meeting the sky
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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