Thread: Progression

Nothing...
then a seedling....
Shade I am.
Shade I seem to one day become.

Sprouting...
now growing...
but blackness not be what I am...
so what am I?

I break the ground...
sunlight there above me...
and I reach for the sky to get,
to the very light I percieve.

Kind Hearted I am...
not cold anymore...
till the cold returns one day,
to try to break me of growth.

I sprout...
and soon I find myself,
in the loving care of friends,
that i thought I'd never have.

I grow to a flower...
not knowing that i'd be one,
I take this name,
for that is what i have become.

White Rose...
that is my identity now.
Has been for a while,
and with such purity.

My heart stands firm,
though a delicate flower I am.
Do not doubt my place here...
I've grown for a reason.

My place is in this garden...
in this Earth.
And for once,
I look around.

I see next to me that be,
a flower just like me.
Red be the color of this flower though,
and now are our roots tangled so.

This is my life,
and bits of my story.
I am who I am and will forever be...
Me.


Justin McCormick, White Rose