She was a forgotten seed-
planted and left alone.
She was unnoticeable to those who passed;
however, to herself, her presence was known.
The soil she was surrounded by was:
dark, dry and mostly dirt.
She begun too early-
the feeling of devastation and hurt.
After what seemed like forever,
the sky began to express nurture.
She grew out of the dirt-
in to the beautiful world.
Now full of oxygen,
her peddles swirled.
Not a day passed-
where she would not move in the wind;
as she knew she was blessed to grow the way that she did.
Through hardship, loneliness and pain;
she is now able to always appreciate the rain-
even if it does so, every single day.
Copyright © Courtny Steward | Year Posted 2018
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