Unconditional love is rare and hard to obtain.
It’s hard to be confident when I have only been trampled upon.
I can be bound in a vast field of flowers, but I am not the beautiful orchid or the rare lily.
I am often mistaken for the unwanted weedling.
The truth is, I don’t even know what I am to become.
For when it’s time to rise in full bloom, I am tossed aside for not being the flower sought after.
Will there ever be someone to find me, the little weedling, and say, “I will love you and cherish you all the days of my life, my lovely flower.”?
When will he come?
I long for the day when a man who has been searching long and hard to find the perfect flower sees me.
To look past the orchids and the lilies, the roses and the daffodils, to see me and choose me.
Unknowing if what I will become, and have him love me unconditionally.
To look past the normalcy of the surface and to be patient enough for the full bloom.
I, the weedling, wish this.