You were the wildflower,
the one that reminded
them of a
late storm
on a
blistering
summer’s day.
You were the rare one.
The enigma.
The one they all wanted
but who
always got
away.
You were
the wild waves
and
the still waters.
The howling wind
and the quiet breeze.
You were the irreplaceable.
The unpredictable.
But in all of it, your admirers,
they forgot that you can’t
own the sea.
Woman of the wild, you
belonged to no one.
You drifted
where the world led you,
and you didn’t even notice
that people tried
to follow.
Blissfully unaware, you
danced through your
days
with eyes for the sky
and a heart chasing
that salty, sunset
haze.
You were the wildflower.
Rare and wonderful.
I wrote this for all the unassuming wildflowers in my life. There’s a lot to be said for natural beauty and for a heart untamed. This was just trying to capture a little glimpse of her.
Continue your poetry journey with Rachel’s last poem, An Ode to Northwest Wind.
