in ,

She looked like a flower

I am pretty,

but I am not proud.

 

I am fragile,

but I am not broken.

I am growing,

even when you’re not.

I am growing.

 

Blooming.

I have never changed.

I have always been the same.

I live underneath the light,

and love waters me.

Love must prepare to watch me grow.

 

Gardens are loud,

but a flower is quiet;

It blooms on its own,

but it really never changes,

lives underneath the light,

and needs water like love.

© Siera Carpenter

 

Photo by myself • Siera Carpenter

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