a growing garden
i used to be a little seed,
planted as flower in my mother's garden.
i grew slow,
and i grew steady.
i began to blossom within the blink of an eye.
each of my petals filled with limitless and unknown curiosities.
i was innocent,
my radiant golden skin,
my sparkly smile.
unbeatable,
untouchable,
irreplaceable youth i will never get back.
i began to move in different rhythms,
develop harmonies,
that had previously ceased to exsit.
i now live in reality
where thunderstorms flood my soil,
but deepen my roots.
my pain is my growth.
every new interaction
all of my emotions,
everything that makes me full.
i am the most beautiful flower within my garden.
where i will continue to grow,
and truly be me.