WRESTLE

feeble blemished stems, still

stretched to endless skies, lacking

sections of love-

that debuted incomplete, yet

the stand tall remained, through

the sketchy falling rain, and

the original hindered bulbs, showed

their own glory, and the glory shone

in the most unconventional, distasteful

way to the others, yet they pushed

forward in triumph, holding

distinct shades of unusual vivid light,

that failed conventional perfection-

they grappled and snared, through

the long expedition, presenting

their beauty to the world, and

the slivers and shards, created

from grueling spring storms, devised

another distinctive growth-

from the unjudging sun, the flowers

that dawned from the scanty bulbs, prevailed

perfectly

despite the laborious battle,

solely from their own wrestle.