Weed in the Garden

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

"Weed in the Garden" is a poem from my new poetry book "Tears of Me".
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Weed in the Garden


Gardener, why was I planted here?

What did you see?

The gardener replied, a little weed from the earth standing with nobody

But the sun burns, said the weed

When the rain pours, it hurts

At times I am buried and feel unwanted by the dirt

Don’t you see I’m weak?

Many thoughts but can barely speak

Oh, gardener, I beg you, please release me

I’m not clothed in beauty or appealing to see

Wait! Don’t walk on by

Don’t you see my pain?

No strength, no roots, much loss, much shame

All I ask is that you release thee

So I can stand with the weeds

Who once stood by me

The gardener replied, 

Oh, little weed

So well-spoken yet quite demanding

I will not release thee because

You are withered and burned

But yet still standing


Submitted: October 14, 2020

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Well written.

Mon, October 19th, 2020 4:25am

LaToya Martin

Thanks kenra

Mon, October 19th, 2020 11:18pm


full of summer warmth and much enjoyed!

Tue, October 27th, 2020 3:00pm

LaToya Martin


Tue, October 27th, 2020 10:00pm

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