how wonderful, how wild and free they say
before using their cruel fingers to crush delicate petals
no screams, no tears come to reward their viciousness
just a raw moaning deep within that remains unheard
what need? what want drives this savagery?
they bruise skin, yet recall it fondly
and when they blow away seeds and wish me away
do they know my roots are still strong?
do they know I will survive this storm too?