The most exquisite flowers

spring up

in the least likely spots–

lending splashes of color,


and grace

to landscapes otherwise barren,


and drab.

Their slim, flimsy stems

mask the strength it must take

to push through hard earth,


or weeds

on valiant quests

toward sunlight

and rain.

As I breathe in their scent–

a heady mixture

of sweetness and tenacity,

resilience and hope–

the petals of my own stunted spirit

begin to unfurl,

and I turn up my face

as I stretch toward the sky.

from Another's Treasure © 2014