Growing

Water.

Sun.

Love.

My body is but a flower that is learning to grow.

Rain trickles down in “I Love You”, “You’re Brilliant”, “You’re Worthy.”

Each one individually helping me blossom.

The sun warms my checks with bliss.

Reminding me of the happiness I felt before as a child, playing in my old backyard.

Without taking the time to soak up all of these in the soil that is my soul,

How will I ever grow & flourish to become the great flower that I am?

While others try to malnourish all I have invested into myself,

I push away the hate, and cold concrete they lie on me.

I emerge.

My spring bloom comes from love.

From me.