Her patience grew thinner each day
No matter how much she bathed in the sunlight
Her shadow consumed her
All she saw in herself was a negative balance
She grew thorns instead of petals
Her thirst for growth
Was sequestering all the beauty she held inside her
She did not see this coming
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The Sunflower
PoetryI asked her why she was crying She said, "How else do you expect me to water myself?" This short collection of poems tells the story of personal growth and the emotional consequences of its achievement. Maybe you are the sunflower, or perhaps you m...
