LEARNING LESSONS
For once I sit quietly,
listening,
learning how not to be
Gazing into this world
Determined to have my dreams realized
Accepting that there are times when one must be a wallflower
But still insisting on being a beautiful yellow rose
With the least imperfection as possible
So now I will sit and grow
Until I reach full bloom….
I will stand tall on a thick stem
Brutal thorns to protect me
I will intoxicate you with my scent
And you will be warmed by my beauty
My eyes will be locked with yours
And my head I will hold high
As I sit at your feet in awe of you
Filled with love and devotion
And gratitude that your eyes seek mine
And that I may hold my head high
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