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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I awoke from a small seed Born from the sun and earth of humble origins Surrounded by others waiting to bloom A journey I took, Through the soil until the sun turned to smile on my face My leaves turned upwards I awoke to see the sprouts around me All of us different, Yet connected In this desert world of turmoil Their stems and petals casting dappled light around my figure My hands small and capable My mind empty and free My body curved and green My hair bounces in coiled waves of blossoms As I grew, Buds opening towards the sky I learned I, a violet bending over the grass All kinds of flowers filled the empty land around me All of us in this meadow, unburdened by the weight of this world As I grew towards the clouds, The winds came and blew over The only ones left were me and trees swaying in the strong wind I no longer think of the flowers around me I am singular A member of my own species I have sealed the walls to garden I have built up a fence to block out the world I know you have to be strong or else you get rained on Overgrown by the weeds And choked out by the dandelions In my adolescence, The trees turned new leaves and I became surrounded by colors Then the yellows and reds dropped and withered, Their colors becoming bleak and brown Snow covered by stem and the grass in the field I have learned that death is another part of life Withering and watching Springtime has arrived Greens and new flowers are bursting forth again Little girls in white dresses pluck the flowers I don't want to be plucked I turn away from their firm hands, Roots planted in the ground I realized, As summer drew near That every flower gets plucked at some point Like every paper gets drawn on or every cloth gets worn I've been alive for many years now Will anyone want me? If I'm withered and worn and torn If my leaves are starting to brown and twist I'm fine in my walls In my own private garden When a flower comes to peace with being un-plucked or untouched, They have reached maturity I am still not grown But I am a lavender girl becoming a lavender woman
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