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
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