The Griffin Hisbcus

The one who is eyed as they seem strange to society,

As they are always thought of as the elephant in the room, no letter from the lips about their name in the public of open ears, always in secrecy from the outside

The one who was the strongest and beautiful, now only a shell of the petal they were, Only but a leafy feather was left in the nest they once had hatched and raised in.

The one who was once peaceful and united with people, was now falling into calamity and pity as they have no idea why IT appears and exist IT within their mind and heart.

They only know it is there, sitting there watching them suffer from indifference and disparity. They only know that no matter what they do, they’ll be laughed at for the definite temperament that was always a clump of feathers and leaves that were nothing but shoddy and third-rate compared to the beings outside of the bulky and ghastly shell they have.

And they all know well that they are stuck in a shadow of imbalance perfection and polarity fault making the petals look so tarnish and dead, it looks like a grave site for nothing more but perceived uselessness and their efforts were nothing but talons to latch onto the path for someone else.

But was the shadow ever so horrible?

Is it wrong to like this shadow over thee?

No, it not wrong.

Just natural.

How so?

Because uniqueness is found in every being, no such a thing as being perfect.

Only the natural flow of varied and vivid temperament exists in the sphere.

You don’t need to be a Griffin, the animal of sumptuous courage, resplendent leadership, and denoted strength

Nor do you need to be a Hibiscus, a plant of unity, beauty, and tranquillity.

You can elect as many doors you want, but everything as the heavily cross of consequences, but you shouldn't’t fret in fear as this is just a test

A test to peer into the soul filled with awe and individuality that no one can measure even if the same race, it not same mind nor personality.

It is a special test for a special someone, a special little Griffin Hibiscus to spread its wings and bloom into maleficent figure of singularity, It is not a griffin It is not hibiscus

It is a Griffin Hibiscus, a sign that everyone is different…

And it is natural to be it.