Sunflower

I carry myself

like an overgrown sunflower

hanging its head down

towards the dry, chapped ground

of its yesterdays

heaving with the weight of its seeds

that bear the flowers

of tomorrow.

How selfless of you

to sacrifice your sunlit petals

to the birth of new ideas

amid the bustle of those

confused winds

that have no direction.

I won't wish you a long life

but I will wish you

a rebirth

a regrowth out of every chance 

you take

for you are never alone

in a field of sunflowers. 

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Sep 28. 2020

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