Emerging from within, a jagged scar of concrete, a lone flower, crooked, leaning, dusty pink petals, heavy head, bowing, trembling, as if unsure of her place in a vast world. I notice her because I, too, am leaning, heavy head, bowing, trembling, uncertain of my place. I pluck her, gently, tenderly, place her in my hair, dusty pink against tangled blonde. Glance around, smiling, at the immense world, my jagged concrete home.