A Weed Among the Roses
How dazzling this garden
dense with colorful flowers alluring my senses.
Sometimes I pause to rest in the shade by the roses
where the scent my soul cleanses
and entices my dreams to be one among them.
And I lay there content
watching clouds pass me by
while my wishes far fly
wrapped in the sweetest scent.
But this flourishing place cannot breathe
with the weeds side by side
where their roots buried deep
may smother the growth of these flowers,
and therefore I must pluck
from the roots,
all these dreams I let spread like the weeds
that grow wild among roses-
October 18, 2018
“They’re just weeds, love, they don’t belong anywhere.’ Her granddaughter stuck out her bottom lip and furrowed her brow.
‘That doesn’t seem very nice. Everything belongs somewhere.”
― Kathryn Hughes, The Letter