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, “You’re just an insignificant flower.”
They offer a convincing argument, “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