Dirt.
My grandmother once said
That every flower has to go through dirt,
And that in times of suffering to never give up
Because eventually I would become
A strong and beautiful flower,
Standing on my own.
-I've started to think
That these struggles might never turn me into a beautiful
flower.
All my life I've only seen good things happen,
To other people.
Maybe I'm not supposed to be a flower,
Maybe I'm not even a seed.
Maybe I'm just,
Dirt.
-Josephin August