In quiet fields, I stand where winds have blown,
My petals scattered, seeds once brightly sown.
The world has tried to tear away my core,
Still, I root to live this life I abhor.
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I don't know how I missed this poem last month; glad it was nominated for POD. Congrats, Jhondelion.
A well crafted and executed write. A wonderful and meaningful poem. Congratulations!