Blooming. Growing up. Blossoming.
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Thunderstorms sent to water my seeds
Catching me in its streams
Stripes on my face
Waterfalls run down my eyes
Umbrellas sent to hide
Breaking down
Feel the reality I see
Grieving goodbyes
Instant lies
I was not enough.
Hands holding tight
The chirps, the squeaks, the hoots
Bright sunny day
They swoop all around
Up and down
To the ground the sit
Sipping on water
I know the waves are coming for me
Waking up later and later
Resisting to get out of bed
Curtains closed
Don’t let that light in
No, I won't let you break me down
Even if you tried with your all your might
You can try, you can try
But I will learn to fight
Hit me with all your might
But I won't break, I will find the light
A year ago, / I would've smiled. / I would've nodded along / and said all was fine.
A year ago, / I would've cried / from laughing too hard / and trying too much.
The most prized item that is in my possession
is one that has taught me many things
It taught me patience, passion, and art
It taught me to work hard
It taught me to organize
It taught me persistence
A seed will grow into a bud. A bud will grow into a flower.
If forced open before it has bloom, it will fall apart too soon.
If forced to close back and be tame, it will never bloom the same.
