This poem was sent to us by Addie Z., a 12th grader stationed in the United States. Do you have a story to share with your fellow military teens? Visit our writing page to find out how you can submit to Bloom!
I am a dandelion
“It must be nice to be friends with the wind”
Once upon a time it was
My roots didn’t grow so deep back then
And her gentle warning breeze was enough
“You make friends so easily”
But I don’t want to
It hurts to get close to someone
Only to know our last conversation will be in a year or two
I land in fields of fellow dandelions
They could be taken by the wind at any time
I land in fields of trees that I don’t belong in
Their roots spread so deep and they speak so loud
I’m a dandelion who wishes she were a tree