You somber child hide deep in the shadows
Traveling through life you-
Shun away from critical eyes
You Small caterpillar still growing
Don't you be so hard on yourself
Diverse in every way
But I know you'll grow up to be a beautiful
Butterfly with colors as the sun set sky,
Don't you know that your one of a kind
don't doubt your abilities to your size-
Or Shape of form let the breeze carry you,
Away where birds sings melodies
Past glistening Rivers and heavy storms,
You'll meet ones just as you in a garden
Full with fair beings.
-ashes poetry
