WALLFLOWER
Shrinking in a corner,
pressed into the wall;
do they know I'm present,
am I here at all?
Is there a written rule book,
that tells you how to be
all the right things to talk about
that everyone has but me?
Slowly I am withering
a flower deprived of sun;
longing to belong to,
somewhere or someone.
- LANG LEAV
HOLD ON
"Hold on, hold on, hold on" they said,
"You're a dandelion in the breeze,
Look what the winds of change have done
to all these autumn leaves."
"Hold on, hold on, hold on,
This big wide world is not for you,
Hold on for long enough
for the last gust to dance on through."
So I held on, held on, held on,
They said that's how you know you're strong,
But not until I wilted
did I notice something wrong.
I thought holding on was bravery,
But when winds of change do blow,
Sometimes it's even braver still to let go,
let go, let go.
E.h
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