Think about the flowers

That we plant each year.

Sunflowers are wilting,

Curled and gorgeous.

Knowing that their petals

Are falling into the leafy grass

Day by day.

Roses still seem to thrive

Amidst the thorns they carry,

And the bleeding hearts they reap

Flows like the blood bath.

Those flowers teach us

That people must

Wilt,

Rise,

Fall,

Root,

Struggle

And somehow

Die away

In Order to blossom.

Yet no matter my struggles

I want to age like that

Never forgetting my own

Beauty in my own ways,

Never forgetting my past struggles

Never forgetting the message inbibed in my veins

And most of all,

Never forgetting how to say bloom.