Blossoming

Life Is Everchanging

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I have become the wildflower,

I grow, sometimes unexpectedly,

Placed somewhere in the middle of roughness,

But I have learned to bloom.

I had no other choice but to survive
In spite of, or perhaps because of the circumstances
beating down on me.
I now welcome the warm embrace of heat and fire.

It has made me strong, a survivor.

A reminder that there is still beauty to be found
in rain, and muddy waters.

You will grow again.