Blank.
Stuck in a field of dandelions.
The only rose,
resting,
waiting for spring.
I come anew,
bloom anew,
rise anew,
breathe anew,
start anew.
A new chapter to embark,
different but beautiful.
A new rose,
in a field of dandelions.
I wrote this poem as I was going into high school. I picture myself as a rose (a freshmen) in a field of dandelions (the upper-class men). As I wait to blossom, I realize I have a new journey to embark on. It will be different, but it will be beautiful.
~ E