Twisted Sunflower

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.