Cold and dark surroundings have preserved me in the earth.
A predetermined message urges, “rise up from the dirt.”
Should I exercise caution as I push my way into the unknown?
No, I must not doubt my purpose for my beauty must be shown.
There are those who say, “Your just an insignificant little flower,”
offering a convincing argument that beauty yields no power.
What do they know I reasoned, I’m part of a designers plan.
Then, strolling towards me I spot two lovers holding hands.
2018 Bill Roushey