In a world full of gilded lilies
I am a thistle
wild,
flowering,
herbaceous,
sometimes spiny.
I will not trim myself down for you
just because
you prefer the softness of a rose
to a wildflower.
You cannot cage
what does not belong
in a vase next to the trophy case.
My ancestors were one with the rivers
and the wolves.
They beat their own drums
and passed the torch
down
to me.
I will wear my lavender crown with pride
and declare myself
the long lost queen
of the
wild
untamed
things.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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