Awe Struck

Containers are for things to be contained
But not for me,
My uniqueness unnamed-
I confound your limits
Like life pushing through concrete
My desire to thrive
Persists
Despite you, meet
The real me-
Heaven knows you've seen me
The devil knows you've touched me
But you don't know the real me
You see,
You saw me
As you wanted me
To be-
Or not to be,
I'm a wild weed,
A medicinal herb-
Transcending
Every conceived verb.
You are astounded,
Awe struck-
Cannot absorb
Through a quick fuck.
Fascinated by
The quelling
There's no rhyme
Or telling
How it all will end,
My friend-
But you found your soul again.