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.
Sep 28. 2020