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.
Copyright © Megan Vue | Year Posted 2011
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