Just You

A poem about feeling different.

Photo by Sven Gauditz on Unsplash

Not a weed, I never was,
although grown from the same city sidewalks.

Not a rose, I never was,
although my skin felt as soft.

Not a daisy, I never was,
although we smiled under the same sun.

Nothing more than floating on a wish,
I’ve always been a dandelion.