violet thompson

Wallflower Blues

When did I ever let the child out
To laugh, to cry, to live, to grow beyond?
To even know of birth that basic rite,
Not of the soul or spirit but of the self.

Did I hear me crying in solitude
Forgotten in the dark among the fears?
Did I once offer love, understanding
A hand, a hug, a kiss, upon that brow?

Did I know within me was a seedling
Waiting for its moment in the sunlight?
What purpose does it serve always waiting
If I guard the entrance ever fearful?

That this would-be flower too frail to bloom
Would be trampled upon glory unknown.
Rather dreams unrealized, hidden and safe
Then to be that ruin and gone forever!