Love, Sunflower

With all the chaos around, words still continue to flow in my mind. The safe haven I once had when I was little experienced the toughest of storms its roof and walls withstood. With all the cracks on the hollow wall, shattered fragile windows, and dented alloy roof, I always looked forward to when the first streak of sunlight would splash and bathe my skin.

The thought that a sliver of hope a streak of light have can somehow soothe the storm I have within is enough for me to continue; sufficient for me to stand on my roots and sway with the winds, to not move against but with it.

These poems are records of the storms I had withstood, also cointaining the bright sunny days and drizzles I danced in, swayed. Oh, how equally relieving and worrying it is for me that there would be so much more the universe have in store for a sunflower like me.

I hope I'll neither wither from the heat nor drown from the flood.