Little flowers are as beautiful and pure as a little girl, the petals serve as her love,dreams and freedom; Swaying in with the wind that serves as her world.
I wonder how everything changed as the petals started to fade under the ray of sunlight and the facade of the moon.
Will she ever bloom again?
The little flower finally bloomed, her colors were vibrant while swaying with her beautiful petals. She loves to draw and paint; creativity was her thing. She is quiet and preserved compared to other flowers but she is open minded and dependable. Getting away from her comfort zone was a bit scary for her but she tries, she always tries.
Who is she?
Well she’s still growing and I'm still exploring who she is. All I know is that the flower is still learning from her mistakes and maturing from time to time. She is confident and proud of herself regardless of the poor decisions she has made in the past. She loves to express herself through reading books and loves to play with words. I can describe her as cheerful and a jolly girl.
Who is she again?
That flower is me, at the end of the day I am the author of my own story and I am glad I can move chapter by chapter. I who controls the flow of my story; what I believe in, how I act and how I view myself physically and mentally.
Who am I ?
I am who I am with all my faults and I will continue to bloom as a flower who will sway her petals in the world full of rainbows and storms.
