Poetry

I was like the weed in a crack 

reaching up to touch the sun 

Struggling every moment to survive

To birth a wee purple flower 

I pushed against my concrete bounds 

Digging roots into hard rock

grabbing each moisture molecule 

To feed my wee purple flower

Like weed in crack, l grab hold

Creating beauty when none is here

Determined, insistent to survive

To leave a wee purple flower