where did I come from..
what was special about my birth.
was I delicatley planted...
or simply dropped to the earth.
did the sun shine brightly...
as my limbs began to spread.
or did I struggle through..
to gain my own breath.
these thorns in my side...
were they placed there for beauty?
or did they grow to protect,
from a world that surrounded me?
as I found the strength in time...
to let this inner beauty shine.
was it with the sun in my face,
or in the shadows that took its place?
or did that beauty struggle...
to lift its head and open up...
did it hide in the brambles...
to peek out now and then...
or grow tall and proud,
upon a beautiful stem.
as the beauty fades...
and petals fall one by one...
will I hold on to the last...
and remember from where it is
I came from?
or drop them in an instant...
and stand drying in the sun...
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