Seeds of Becoming

Just a poet trying to find their voice again

Once I thought myself fragile,

equal to seeds of dandelions,

At present I know I am a Sunflower,

Though winter may come

and my colors may fade,

I am aware now that summer

creeps in and cascades the world

in its color.

It was never my fault the gardeners

did not know what they were planting.

But happily I took on the task to nurture

and learn how to tend.

My garden will flourish.

Author's Note

First time writing in a few years, trying to find my voice.