Walk through a field of flowers and reeds.
See the beauty of colours, the smell of roses.
Look beyond the common daisy,
The pretty peony,
The simple baby's breath;
And you'll find me.
I don't look like anything you've seen.
I'm bright, vibrant.
I'm not from around here.
You won't find me growing in someone's garden;
I don't belong in a vase on a table.
I'm ethereal.
You will see my worth, maybe you won't.
But deep down I know where I'm from and who I am,
And that's beautiful.
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How I Became the Sun
PoetryA poetry collection about learning how to become the sun after my struggles with past trauma, love, heartbreak, and the hardest struggle of learning to love myself. "Life has hurt me but I still love life"
