Not your lavender
I blossomed in a land far away, Soon uprooted, they tilted the soil out of my way. I screamed to them - I am a wildflower meant to stay under the sky, Yet they trampled me and left me there to die. I sang the saddest sonnets to tell them: I am not your lavender! I am not your lavender, Don’t pluck me at your will, Find me in the meadows, not in the vases left to kill. I own my purple hue, I remain untouched; I will shine anew. My fragrance won’t waft to smooth you with a gentle breeze, I will light up like sapphires mounted on mighty pine trees. I am untamed, don’t crown me in tangles, But I won’t mind accompanying the scars swirling around my wrist with bangles. I am not your lavender, I am wild and free. Not yours to claim, It’s a shame you can’t see. I will grow against the odds, And live by the will of the lord. I break free from your vase. It’s time I closed your case. I am not your lavender, Let me whisper this and surrender. I...