Dandelion Seeds

This article was sent to us by Fiona S., an 9th grader Navy Brat stationed in Rhode Island. Do you have a story to share with your fellow military teens? Visit our guest contribution page to find out how you can submit to Bloom!

People like me are everywhere,

Not allowed to stay in one place,

Some people have a choice

But that’s not my case.

I’ve seen everything, everywhere

Scattered like dandelions in the air.

It’s 2 years and then I’m gone,

Always watching, waiting for another one.

Then it’s all long days in the car

It has to be somewhere near or far.

Then you arrive 

Over land or sea

Then you arrive, new like me

Relearn how to fit in, memorize new places 

Find your people at school, recognize new faces

Soon as you find your ground 

It’s time to pack up and go

And relearn all the things you heard and saw and the people that you know.

It’s a never ending cycle of travel that some would call lucky,

Some would love it, but I call it lonely.

Because people like me are dandelion seeds, trying to find a place to belong,

Trying to put down roots hoping nothing will go wrong. 

And maybe one day we will, but that’s still far away 

And all you have to do is try be happy with today,

You bloom were you are planted, if it’s right

And wherever your travels take you, let this be a light.