It’s ok to not fit in…
Not every key opens all doors…

And she took some tiny steps
to love herself.
Slowly whirling toward the rainbow,
a light guide to her greatest love.
With colors like no other.
Enjoying her journey,
a wildflower embracing herself.
Growing wherever she chooses,
in the stillness of the stars and the rhythm of the breeze.
Wind and pain,
sunshine and rain,
A velvety night,
a meadow in the sky.
And she took some more steps
to love herself.
She doesn’t have a name,
she’s a wildflower dancing free.

Sometimes
poems
make
me
want
to
write
in
a
crowd
of
only
one
person.

i don’t fight
to be remembered
I fight
so no one else is being forgotten
and they live
to be themselves