a growing garden

i used to be a little seed, 

planted as flower in my mother's garden.

i grew slow,

and i grew steady.

i began to blossom within the blink of an eye.

each of my petals filled with limitless and unknown curiosities.

i was innocent,

my radiant golden skin, 

my sparkly smile.

unbeatable,

untouchable, 

irreplaceable youth i will never get back.

i began to move in different rhythms,

develop harmonies,

that had previously ceased to exsit.

i now live in reality

where thunderstorms flood my soil, 

but deepen my roots.

my pain is my growth.

every new interaction

all of my emotions,

everything that makes me full.

i am the most beautiful flower within my garden.

where i will continue to grow,

and truly be me.