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Growing

Wild and free

I was a flower.

And you picked me

And you took me home

And you set me on your mantle.



Perfect you say?

Yes, I was perfect.

I was young and

I was beautiful.



Look at me!

I'm dying on your mantle.

Not young. Not beautiful.

And no, not perfect.

Growing wild and free,

I was a flower.

And you picked me.

Why?






"Poem copyright Teri Williams Carnright"
-used with permission. Read more of Teri's breathtaking poetry at
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