Scattered

Your words are as seeds
Floating in the wind
A wind so thin it couldn’t mend
Your words which hurt again

Your seeds of hurt fell softly
Carried no sense of direction
You’re a tainted flower in this garden
Left with no discretion

As a flower you reaped your seed
Which flew untouched through the air
Non-obliged and unnoticed needles
Of words you wouldn’t dare

You dare to compare yourself
With others twice your size
Minimal in stature yes
But more mature otherwise

Seeds mature to flowers
Or weeds in a case or two
Weeds which in all instances
Are traced back to you

Trace the needles from the weeds
To see the source of hurt
Hurt which you are blind to
But left others in the dirt

Your flower left under the moon
Half-blind through the night
You’re waiting for your sun
To show your petals with all your might

In the end it was pride
Which got the best of you
Quickly plucked from the dirt
Its time to start anew