This lavender looks dead even when it thrives
Its dry grey leaves point at the sun
I want it to be other than it is
What if I accept its very nature?
Its tired withered struggle
What then?
Vanessa Rose writes poetry whenever she can. She lives in Sydney Australia and is a member of Writing NSW. When not writing, Vanessa is a researcher at a not-for-profit social purpose centre based in Australia, Singapore and the UK.