a sprouting bulb with thorns
unaware of her shears
carefully blossoms her way out of these crowded flowers
she opens up slowly
a little bit more
but she’s shy and meek
she might not be nourished plenty
some days she is unkept
with tarnished leaves
and her colorful aura dims at times
but even with the sky
raining cats and dogs
she holds onto her roots
with great might
because she is resilient