Garden of Life
To those who helped me and those I will help,
I am a growing flower
Still unaware of my power
And my beauty
Questioning everything
But I was planted in the soil of love and empathy
Existing in the glow of respect, kindness, and forever-learning provided by my sun
My mom, my family, my friends
And sometimes, maybe too often,
It rains
It pours rain, pain
From experiences laced in trauma, self-loathing, and unregulated emotions
But pain provides life
Pain inspires
Pain motivates
Without it, I would never want to help other flowers
Help flowers find their sun
Their nutrient soil to grow in
Help flowers embrace the rain
Empower them to nurture themselves and others
Because I believe in every flower
Every flowers’ power
Every flowers’ beauty
As others have believed in me
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