The Weeds

Today I walked through a field.

It was a mistake.

There was this beautiful flower that I wanted to pick.
But on the way there, the weeds swallowed my feet.

They told me to go back,
That there were bugs inside of them...

And I believed them.

So I turned around and tried peeling them off,
But they were wet and gross and stuck to my legs.

And then he came.

He told me I was a weed,
But he loved me and made me into a flower.

And he said,
“These weeds won’t let you go, but neither will I.
And someday, I’ll tear them away,
And you will be able to bloom like never before.”

Yesterday I was a weed.

Tomorrow I will bloom.

Today I walked through a field.