© Kim Nelson
She grows in the infertile ground of dysfunction,
a caged canary singing of freedom she doesn’t possess.
Her beauty blossoms among thorns of jealousy
scratching their bitter poison into listening ears.
Wisteria’s spirit is not pruned by discord.
It spirals upward from a kind heart in expressions of joy.
She is an optimist seeing beyond the bleak walls
of her environment into the blue skies of her escape.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Comments
Simply magical.
Gorgeous~
I love this:
"Wisteria’s spirit is not pruned by discord.
It spirals upward from a kind heart in expressions of joy."
Gorgeous!