Not all flowers 

Are meant to bloom
In pristine gardens
Perfectly pruned
Some are meant
To bloom in the wild
Where they aren’t required
To be meek and mild
They can do as they please
They don’t have to blend in
They can reach for the sun
And sway in the wind
And if it should please them
They can take on new colors
Without the concern
Of judgment from others
Some choose to grow tall
Or slender or wide
Whatever they choose
They do it with pride
Knowing their beauty
Comes from within 
Not from a heavily
Landscaped garden
So when we feel cornered
And forced to conform
(And remember, my friends,
That should not be the norm)
And we can’t seem to breathe
And we’ve run out of room
Perhaps we should go
To the wild to bloom.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018
Image credited to Yvonne Coomber.