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Twisted Sunflower

Between the Cracks

By Bex JordanPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
Several sunflowers of varying height and health

I’ve always survived

Between the cracks

Of others’ existence,

Comfortable in my discomfort;

Accommodating to a

Fault, I bend.

A twisted sunflower

In a field of

Bright yellow faces,

Under the shadow of my

Taller fellows

I take what I’m given,

Of light and life.

Support and maintain

Don’t complain

Refrain from making waves

In this sea of tranquility.

I don’t need much.

I can get by.

Maybe someday

I’ll reach and release,

Give myself room to grow

And bloom.

Not just survive,

But thrive.

For now, I cower in

My comfort.

Of not wanting to hurt.

Though I long to

Feel the sun.


About the Creator

Bex Jordan

She/They. Writer. Gardener. Cat-Lover. Nerd. Always looking up at the sky or down at the ground.

Profile photo by Román Anaya.

Instagram: @UmaSabirah

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  • Alexis Creamer2 years ago

    "For now, I cower in my comfort." What a powerful line. The imagery and emotion in this piece are amazing and truly relatable. I love the comparison to the sunflower.

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