Struggles with an open heart

Some grow wild
Untamed by neither wind nor rain
Roots sinking deeply

Some grow by roadside ways
Hardy and beautiful
Pulled up from the ground
Given and discarded
Seeds of self grow anew

Some are plucked by hands uncaring
Trammeled underfoot
Hurting they grow in ways unimagined
But still they grow

Some are replanted
In soil unsuited for their growth
But still they reach and strive

Sometimes they are replanted
By hands soft and hard
Allowed to grow as they will
Beauty remarked on
But wild and free

Sometimes they adapt
And become what they were meant to be
Despite all circumstances

In the solitude ache
Of a quiet stroll
The urge to find fertile soil
For those which struggle
Wars in the heart

Perhaps to fall
And become soil

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