How do the literary devices make this well-written and what does the poem mean to you?

Identity - Noboa


http://www.dellwyn.com/thoughts/identity...


Let them be as flowers,


always watered, fed, guarded, admired,


but harnessed to a pot of dirt.


I'd rather be a tall, ugly weed,


clinging on cliffs, like an eagle


wind-wavering above high, jagged rocks.


To have broken through the surface of stone,


to live, to feel exposed to the madness


of the vast, eternal sky.


To be swayed by the breezes of an ancient sea,


carrying my soul, my seed, beyond the mountains of time


or into the abyss of the bizarre


I'd rather be unseen, and if


then shunned by everyone,


than to be a pleasant-smelling flower,


growing in clusters in the fertile valleys,


where they're praised, handled, and plucked


by greedy, human hands.


I'd rather smell of musty, green stench


than of sweet, fragrant lilac.


If I could stand alone, strong and free,


I'd rather be a tall, ugly weed

How do the literary devices make this well-written and what does the poem mean to you?
The extended metaphor is really compelling, I think. I think it's about preferring to overcome a lot and thus being able to be independently rather than to be safe and locked up.



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