Like a Weed

I want to live
if not beautifully in bloom,
color and flower,

then like a weed, fast and proud.
At least live,
not need
not need this or that
just to thrive.

Make do and do well
with whatever.

Feel whatever hands
I have around me
and the love they can offer,

not still bent out of shape
by all the bargains unkept.

See the best
in sunset and sunrise both,
take what comes
and enjoy.

Being specialized has its niche
but also its easy downfall.
I'd just as soon bend,

just as soon bend
and bounce true and proud
like a weed,
surviver,
at least until
I find my bloom
find my spot in the sun,

each day building...
not just hoping it finds me.