You cast me out.
I’m broken seed;
More likely to become a weed.
And so you trod me underfoot;
Cast me to abandoned earth.
I forgive you
For not seeing what I could be.
When my time comes
I may grow more hesitantly
Than the blooms inside your garden
But I will grow.
When I break through the brittle ground,
On the path, you walked around,
I’ll fill that empty space with beauty.
You won't be able to ignore me.
Once you see what I've become,
I hope you remember
Next time you hold new seeds
That outcasts can become flowers too.
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