Alice in Wonderland has always been one of my favorite stories. My favorite quote is when the rose Alice meets says, “Do you suppose she’s a wildflower?” when discussing Alice and why she seems so different. I often find myself feeling like Alice, and I’m sure others do as well. So I wrote this poem to discuss it.
There once was this girl
with a strong mind
but a soft heart
She felt everything far too deeply
She felt like no one understood her
Even though everybody could.
She wore her heart on her sleeve
and her thoughts on her skin.
She hid from the world.
In her garden of wildflowers.
With flowers in her hair,
and petals in her hands.
She built a kingdom out of wild roses
and violets
and dandelions.
They smelled of every emotion she had ever felt.
Love.
Fear.
Sadness.
She always wondered why
She felt at home among those flowers,
Until one day she realized
That she was one of them.
She saw herself in the petals of a rose,
soft but surrounded by thorns.
She saw herself in the dandelions,
Bright and beautiful for a while
but destined to blow away.
She asked herself,
“Do you suppose that you’re a wildflower?”
And the wind blew.
And the sun beamed.
And in the end, she knew the answer.
“Yes. Yes I am.”
