Blooming

The sun rises and shines bright. Another day to experience its light. We wake to another new day And for a new life, we pray. Time goes by as we grow. Young or old, it all shows. As we become a little older, a little wiser. Out hearts have a little more desire. This journey has begun. I have to bite down my tongue. I'm not a kid anymore But I have to learn some more. Brought to this earth, I stand my ground and I as I sit down, I hear the sounds. I know someone's calling out to me but I cannot reach. I could not care any less. I can't always be saved or I'll become a mess. I am my own human being and I need to survive on my own. I need to sprout and grow. Like a little flower in a pot, I am that symbolism. Watch me. I'll grow to be a beautiful rose. Even with it's prickly thorns, I'll outshine the whole garden.