You start off in the dirt

But you don’t realize it, and how could you?

No one tells you the dark secrets

So you believe.

Believe Santa Clause leaves you presents under the tree and eats your cookies,

The tooth fairy leaves you money under your pillow.

One day you’ll have a fairytale ending.

 

 

Eagerly, you break through the soil and into the world

Seeing rainbows and love just as you were told.

Then you grow up.

Your friends use you in kindergarten.

In grade one, you make a best friend

In grade 4, you lose them.

Grade 5 your dog dies,

And in grade 6 you get kicked in the ribs and get called a bitch for standing up for the ones you love.

 

 

But as if by magic you keep growing,

Not always wanting to though.

Time goes on and you grow without purpose

…Just a stem.

You grow leaves to try and mask what you see yourself as,

Something that will amount to nothing.

Every insult anyone ever told you was now correct in your eyes.

 

 

Then a bulb starts to protrude out of the stem.

You’re in grade 9 and meet the friends you were always meant to have,

They don’t insult you behind your back

So you give a piece of your heart to each of them.

The bulb grows bigger.

You finally allow yourself to have feelings towards him

 The bulb grows bigger.

You feel the warmth of your mother’s love,

The joy behind your father’s eyes,

And the forever friend in your sister.

The bulb grows bigger.

You shed away the leaves and finally be yourself.

 

 

The bulb blooms into a daisy

Happily, letting its tiny petals brush the unknown.

 

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The daisy is a flower that represents happiness. I formed this poem with the building blocks that I got from something else I had recently written:

A daisy blooms in Neverland.

Staring stary-eyed

At the crystal embedded sky over its head.

The once bud sways contently in the wind letting its tiny petal brush the unknown,

In the dark,

Revealing its inner beauty

For itself.

 

 

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