By Neha A.
I looked upon the sky;
It was full of stars.
My head was held up high,
My body was crammed with scars.
The care-center window was hazy;
Still, I could look outside.
I saw a little daisy
With its dry petals standing with pride.
The night had fallen down,
Making all the jaded ones asleep.
Though I couldn’t look around,
As the wounds were still deep.
The window let the cool breeze in;
It touched my puffy face.
The daisy still stood with aplomb within,
Into the survival race!
Something stroked my heart,
Looking at its poise.
I counted the blessings that impart
In a silent, peaceful voice.