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
