Longing for Fields by Hana Noel

i have a sunflower growing in my brain.

it's bright and it hurts sometimes, but

i water it daily with forced affections.

i have a sunflower growing in my brain.

it’s bright and it struggles to breathe

every day, yet

its petals are forming so nicely.

i have a sunflower growing in my brain.

it's bright and it’s grown through the

stone of my mind to become a living thing,

something of substance.

the sunflower in my brain is mine,

it's for me.

but sometimes i forget it’s there,

focusing only on the soil

that falls out of my nose,

the dew that drips from my eyes.

i have a sunflower growing in my brain.

it's bright and it’s a reminder

that i'm facing the sun.

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“I felt like it came out sort of dumb, and didn’t know if I really liked it. Thought it was too obvious of a poem.”

Hana Noel is a poet, book reviewer, and writer. She lives in Western Wisconsin. She is disabled, and uses her mental illness as inspiration. Writing is therapy. She appreciates clowns, bugs, and surrealism. She is active on Twitter @dirtclown and posts on her blog bibliogoblin.wordpress.com.