Each day I progress.
Each day I grow.
I’m older than the person I was yesterday.
I grow like a flower in Spring.
I come out of my shell, I bloom.
Once I do I get more and more comfortable.
I start to see the beauty in myself.
I start to grow more and more.
My petals may fall sometimes but I still stay whole.
I stay blooming.
And some days I might change,
but it makes me the person that I was meant to be.
I’m never the same person that I was yesterday.
And no one around me is the same as me.
I might grow faster, I might grow slower.
But I grow.
I get there.
Some are not lucky enough to get there.
Some are gone with the wind before they even get their chance.
But I have hope.
I have faith.
I’m going to live for the ones that are gone.
Other people might see beauty,
even when I don’t understand.
It gets lonely sometimes,
but I’m growing on my own.
Some days others are there, and I’m grateful.
Other days I’m by myself.
And I might not know it, but I’m growing.
I’m like a flower in Spring.
I might fall, but I prosper.