My flower
is not beautiful
it has weathered over years
the first hands to touch it
bruised it with fears
My flower
is Not Innocent
over time it grew thorns
many of manhood it has
unapologetically torn
My flower
is not vibrant
petals have been plucked
what remains is dull
And covered in muck
However,
Rejoice
My flower
is still growing
Learning to water it daily
Reaching for the cosmos
And becoming heavenly.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
My flower
is not beautiful
it has weathered over years
the first hands to touch it
bruised it with fears
My flower
is Not Innocent
over time it grew thorns
many of manhood it has
unapologetically torn
My flower
is not vibrant
petals have been plucked
what remains is dull
And covered in muck
However,
Rejoice
My flower
is still growing
Learning to water it daily
Reaching for the cosmos
And becoming heavenly.
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