Wild Flowers

She looks but does not see

She refuses to see

Refuses to hate

She looks upon the land that was her home

Now empty with no trace of the loving memories

Of a warm embrace

Of comfort

Of growth

She looks out onto the land she roamed so carelessly

So, free

Today, with courage, she allows herself to see

To see herself in the fields, in the tire tracks engraved in the dirt

She sees herself in the wild flowers flourishing in their freedom

She chooses to see herself only in the places that made her feel alive

Not in the places that once tried to kill her spirit