You wanted a seed, to bloom a flower of your own kind. Change it to your preference, to prod and pluck. Yet this flower began to wilt and wither into defiance. Disempowered, you gave up on it, no longer yours to handle. This plant - decaying from existence, left to die - rose to sunlight. It is wild, free to grow from your toxic control. Feeling the light, it realizes that you were not love. You stood in the way of the sun, and placed blame on the clouds that were nonexistent. You planted deception, fear, insecurity, shame, and domination. But from the deception, came clarity. From fear, came courage. From insecurity, came self love. From shame, came pride. From domination, came freedom. This flower grew into a wild garden, not just growing for itself, but for the life around it. Now able to nourish love into other wilted flowers. You come back to feed off the energy created, but the thorns of guilt struck you into hiding. I was not meant for you, I was meant for love. And in finding this realization, I have already found that love.
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