Wildflower

She is a wildflower

Growing in the crack

On a sidewalk

In some bustling city

She is impossible

How did she grow here

How did she survive

Her petals are so fragile

Her roots are suffocating

She's small and stunted

Sickly and frail

She should not be alive

She is impossible

But the questing vines of her spirit

Stretch and reach for sustenance

And somehow

Here she is

She has survived

The cold concrete

That surrounds her

With so little earth to sustain

She has survived

The trampling feet of the masses

Eager to tread upon her

Press her into the ground

Crush her

She has survived

The baking sun

With never enough water

She has survived

She stopped cursing

The earth she was planted in

Although it was not suitable

She stopped condemning

Those who placed her here

Although they were wrong to do so

She forgave

Those who trampled her

Although they did not deserve it

And it was never

The earth

Or the rain

Or the sun

That nourished her

It was her unwillingness

To allow herself

To be killed