Grow Little Flower

by ef10630

Summary:

An angsty poem of growth and overcoming with sunflowers, sun, and rain.

Notes:

Hi, this is just a formatting poem so I can figure out AO3. Typically I hate poetry so don't expect it. I'll put my book on here soon. Feel free to add feedback, I'd really appreciate interaction.

The world will throw screwball after screwball... that's the hardest bit to understand.

The world may seem against you, but it isn't.

If the world was against you and me, it wouldn't make us as perfect as we are.

The world will give us hard tests like homophobia, abuse, trauma, and SO many other things.

Except the world does it to get us to grow.

It may seems like a convoluted way to grow, but the world has its meanings, most that we will never know.

All you can do, is grow.

So, grow little flower.

I know it is hard to grow when you can hardly see the sun, believe me, I've been there.

I also know from experience that the sun shines brighter for the tallest flowers.

You're a sunflower, growing taller than the pansies ever could.

Rain may set you back, but just know that the sun will come out again

The sun will come out again, it always will

The sun will come out, little flower.

I promise you

Notes:

Can you tell I don't write poetry? I can. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed.