Every Moment of My Life

Growth

Growth,
To bloom like a beautiful flower,
Why is it so hard?
Not enough sun?
Not enough water?
Or is not enough love?
Is that why I'm always withering away,
Am I just a weed yet to plucked from this earth,
My life is quickly passing by infront of my eyes ,
Is it me who's living this life or is it someone else ?
A spectator with nothing to grow and give anymore,
I don't think I'm here,
I see myself slowly fading away,
It's not me ,she's not me,
She's a residue of pain and trauma.
Not enough love for herself,
Not enough courage,
Not enough hope,
Stagnation,
Withering.