in class
she hangs back
unsure of herself
a wallflower
yet to bloom
into beauty

she is delicate
and nervous
hugging the walls
watching, learning waiting

and then one day
she blooms
in artistic beauty
still delicate
but more assured
her voice, a whisper
we all lean forward
to hear.
body lithe
and so expressive
all are mesmerised

the wallflower,
now an exquisite rose