Weeds and Flowers

If yesterday was the last day
You lied and said “I’m fine”
Tomorrow could be the day
You actually mean it.

Sadness is like a vine
Creeping through the dirt
Strangling the life
From your lilies and roses.

It’s not until the weeds are noticed
That they can be pulled
And flowers can fully bloom

It’s not until you show your vines
That someone can help you pull
And let your beauty

So today
When somebody asks
“Are you okay?”
Look them in the eye
Grab your weeds
And say
“No, I’m not.”


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