The Periwinkle

Oh, periwinkle
Taken from your home,
But brought into mine.
Look how you bloom,
At the brightest of times.

Oh, periwinkle
Your soft lilac petals,
Bright in the spring.
But when the snow settles,
In your roots, deferring.

Oh, periwinkle
Spread about the ground,
For everyone to see.
As you gaze upon the sidewalk,
Are you ever really free?

Oh, periwinkle
Is this all you desire?
To stay in one place,
In your vivid attire.

I am the Periwinkle,
Involuntarily planted.
Leaves that are bitter in taste,
But it is the inability to leave that makes me bitter.