From youth, I knew not all plants grow --
Some are cut at the roots,
Some sprout of row,
And some never see the light of day
And feel the rain on their leaves
And the sun on their cheeks
But the past year would not deny me
The growth I sought peaking through the Ivy --
Admiring pedals upon a frame of adolescence
I wondered who was this boy unshaded by depression,
Who was this sprout of happiness not anxious of class lessons
Or how his taproot did not spread itself with pessimism.
He did not compare his flower of hopes
To the heights and greatness of a Red Oak.
But instead he bloomed a botanical beauty of passion
Bursting his bud into blind dreams ready for whatever may happen.
He is what I iconicized -- what I wanted
The culmination of what I was shaped back into.
I soaked in the morning dew; A morning which lasted 365 days
I learned the earth-shattering power of a broken heart
Making roses bleed and trees split apart.
I learned I can be a prick not in the cactus variety
But in a way where peers may despise me.
I learned the actual strength of the stem I stand upon
One without therapy and medication to fully rely on
One without company to provide a shoulder to lie on
One without a garden called home--
I grew stronger into the soil
And more comfortable in my skin
I found pride in being loyal
And detached myself from blessings and sins
I became a new me--
A potted daisy with no fear of learning
A wild magnolia unblocked by curtains
Anything I wish through the shears of purpose
So I shall cherish this year because the next is uncertain
With signs of maturity but only 16 years old
I'd prove there is more than just potential within this kid.
I always knew not all plants grow--
But I know at least that this one sure did.