Weed

This week's poetry prompt from One Single Impression is weed. Here is what I came up with.


I found a flower
More beautiful than gems
And thought it was the world

They said
"Don't plant it here
It's just a piece of trash."

In rebellion I let it grow
Its roots ran deep into my heart
I nurtured it and cared for it

But pretty soon it drained my life
Only then did I realize
My flower was a weed