I Am

I am a flower,

never knowing when the rain is coming

or if I’m going to thirst for it 

one more day

I am a flower,

hoping for the warmth of the sun

but fearing the day I’ll see it

I am a flower,

hiding in the shade of a tree

terrified of being picked

I am a flower, 

covered in thorns

from trying to protect myself

I ama flower, 

blowing recklessly with the wind

and watching it carry my petals away

I am a flower,

drooped from exhaustion

wondering when my stalks

will finally snap

I am a flower,

standing perfectly still

not caring about the threatening clouds

I am a flower,

unprepared for everything 

but not giving that any thought

I am a flower,

being ripped apart

by the souls shattering storm

understanding what the swirling

and swishing of tornado meant.

I am a flower no longer,

touching the tree tops

as I fly by

I am a flower no longer,

being tossed and turned violently

without my permission

I am a flower no longer,

traveling long distances

and trying to escape the lightning

I am a flower no longer,

gaining lost emotions

and scared of my direction

I am a flower no longer,

reaching out a thorn

but scared of cutting my help

in the process.

I am a seed,

able to see where I’m heading

making it out alive

I am a seed,

breathing in the fresh scents

this new hill of flowers bring

I am a seed,

slowly being let down

and feeling the gentleness

of the wind

I am a seed,

feeling the cool dirt on my back

and the warming sun on my face

I am a seed,

being planted in a sea

of others just like me

I am a seed,

surrounded by others

that went through a storm too

I am a seed,

beginning to sprout 

and feel alive again

as the hope in me grows too.

I am a flower again,

with brighter petals 

and a longer stem

I am a flower again,

still unsure of what this means,

but knowing other seeds are sprouting too

and beginning a new life as well

I am a flower again,

covered with bees

who are helping me along

I am a flower again,

listening to the endless chatter

of friends reuniting

from the storm of separation

I am a flower again,

with flowers of my own

to care for me also

I am a flower again,

still having thorns

but losing them every day

I am a flower again,

more at ease about my

ever shifting life and

ever changing world

Thanks to you, I am