a poet’s orchid

by Mikaela N., 17

The words sprout from my heart
like a delicate white orchid.
Their roots wrap around my soul,
and when it swells with sadness
and my heart bursts from suffering,
the orchid feeds on my salty tears.
The growing words spill from
my heart and there’s no escape.
So I place pen to paper, and I write.

Aurora, Ontario, Canada