When does a flower become a weed?
Broken.
Useless.
Taking up space.
Choking the life of the beautiful large flowers around me.
Wanting to belong yet belonging nowhere.
Out of place.
Out of time.
When does a weed become a flower?
Blooming.
Life Giving.
Healing.
Feeding the bees and butterflies as they hover around white petals.
Perhaps the answer is perception.
What has value to one person is a hinderance to another. The fractured reflections of ourselves we see in others.
I am both a flower and a weed.
Out of place but still grounded.
Remembering I always belong to myself and Source Energy.
Broken but resilient.
Sometimes I’m a weed and I question what that means to me. But, eventually, I remember I’m also a flower.
