I only bloom at first light
after the calmness of the night
growing fast and climbing high
like ivy but with blooms that are shy
gardeners seem to love me
but so many fear I’m too captivating
over-crowing with my glory
but I’m just a wall flower reaching for the next story
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.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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