Treasure Island

Daleen Enslinstrydom

(25-02-1967 / Springs, South Africa)

I thought that it might be a weed


Early one morning
as I walked along the tar road
in front of my house
I realised that there are lots of cracks in the tar
and without really looking
I noticed the small plant growing in a crack.

I thought that it might be a weed
as they are so resilient
and will grow everywhere
and my days were busy
and broken into weeks

and on one morning
when I passed the crack again
the sun was shining bright
and I was so astonished
to notice that the weed
had become a flower
that was blooming

and what a beautiful sight it was
to behold a bright red poppy
against the black tar road

and I thought about my life
and I remembered the blood that was poured out
onto the tar road where I have been
and in a small crack
God showed me the flower
that I could be.

Submitted: Monday, July 22, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

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