Self Portrait

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A fighter I am

wanting to be a smile;

yet I wish not to root out

the wild growth of weedy misery.

They are my prized blowballs*

giving me healing touches

as I try to live and grow with them.

I shall smile.

Oneday.

 

*Dandelions, a medicinal herb and a food crop.

 

 

Posted for Lillian’s hosting dVerse Poets Pub – today’s Quadrille, a self portrait