Wallflower

 

Photo courtesy: Faversham Life

Of the moon, I am the crescent,
Almost hidden, soft and small.
A quiet light, yet still present,
Not the brightest, yet I call.

Shyness wraps around my being,
Coy in glance and hesitant.
Crowds deplete me; I keep fleeing,
Confidence feels distant.

Indeed, I am a shrinking violet;
Words don’t always come with ease.
But in silence lives my sonnet,
A gentle bloom beneath the trees.

Like the crescent, I’ll remain,
Subtle glow in endless sky.
Not unseen, but softly plain,
A wallflower learning to shine.

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This poem was written during my freshman year in 2018. It was originally intended for submission to the school’s publication as part of my poetry entries. While revisiting my old notebook sometime in 2025, I decided to edit it a little, and remove some of the cringe.