Weed
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Is There a Place for Me?

Is there a place for me
Among the beings of light?
Or must I grow like a fungus
Alone in the musty dark?

Am I like a wildflower
Providing beauty in the wilderness?
Or am I like a weed
That needs to be removed from a lawn?

Can I find someone
Who will love me as I am?
Or am I to be doomed
To a life of loneliness?

Is there a place for me
Where I can thrive and provide beauty?
Or am I forever condemned
To the dark ugliness of society's cellar?

--Robyn Elaine Serven
--July, 1993