I planted a seed.
Watered it with my rain and my love.
A timed beauty.
Plucked by ones who cannot understand they could not handle…
Taken from the deepest root
Thorns so strong and sharp.
Tossed on unknown ground.
Still reaching up
Touching the sky with what remains
Blown by the wind of experience
Landing in minds and souls from other locations.
Being remembered long after you’re gone for your beauty and strength.
A rose with thorns that lift you. 🌹
Have you ever felt that you have been taken apart and tossed, sprinkled around in different places causing you to have to work harder to put yourself back together?
We are like flowers, we grow in the womb, are born, grow and die. This cycle repeats over and and over again with different details in-between.
How we choose to live and shine is what counts because everything else is inevitable. 🥀