i have to love life
because it slips away every day.
there’s no time to be angry at my existence
when each day i awake
a day closer to death.
i am a budding flower.
i was tight with my fulfillment at the beginning,
played everything too close to the chest
and cried over my thorns.
but as my petals unfold
and i become more fragile,
i am beautiful.
i release scents that are unique
and prove to those who ask “what use are flowers?”
that they could find the answer by witnessing me.
my petals fall in the form
of loss of trust and hurt and disappointment
but i widen with acceptance and love
and continue to grow and grow.